“I was in line at the grocery store. The woman ahead of me was buying more than she could afford; I could see her agonizing over what to put back. It was just starting to hit me when the man behind me tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a twenty. I passed it to the cashier and looked back at him with a question in my eyes. He shrugged at me and pointed behind him. The cashier cashed her out and handed her change before she realized what had happened.
She turned and thanked me with tears in her eyes. “It wasn’t me,” I said.
“Then who?” she asked.
“It came from back there,” I pointed down the line. She looked down the line.
“Who?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” said the guy behind me. “Someone passed it up.”
“Thank you!” she called down the line before grabbing her bags and leaving. She never did find out exactly who it was that paid for her groceries. And neither did I.
And for some reason I kind of like it that way. That was my most recent God sighting. About three weeks ago.”