So I’m on my way to work. I noticed a day or so ago that a little church nearby was a PokeStop so I make sure to turn on the app and divert into the church parking lot to collect some pokeballs and maybe some other items.
I see something out of the corner of my eye. I look up and there’s a woman in a red dress at the front doors of the church. She looks very worried. I idle closer and ask, “Are you okay?”
“Do you work here? Or go to church here?”
“No,” I answer. I decide not to elaborate why I’m actually there. “But can I help?”
She proceeds to tell me that her daughter had a flat tire on her way home from Nashville and she was trying to get some financial help from the church for the wrecker service, but nobody was in.
“How much do you need?” I ask.
“Forty three dollars.” She starts to tear up. “I have an honest job, I just need help. You probably think I’m crazy…”
“No!” I assure her. Because what would she think if she knew I was driving around a church I don’t attend looking for a particularly elusive Golbat and hopefully a PokeEgg? “I don’t have any cash on me, but I live fairly close. I’ll be right back.”
I go home, collect some money (catching the Golbat I was looking for in the process!), and return with fifty dollars and a big smile. What are the odds?
“This was God’s work,” she said.
Divine intervention or Pokemon Go or both, I have to say that I never would have seen her there had I not been playing.
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