The Magic Key

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Reader mir­a­cle The year was 1956. My first hus­band and I and our nine-month-old baby, Pam, moved from St. Louis to Fort Worth, Texas. He had a job there, and his fam­ily lived close by as well. We found a lovely apart­ment and set­tled in quickly. One chilly morn­ing, I headed for the Laun­dro­mat. I turned on the en­gine of our 1953 Chevy to warm up the car and put Pam in her car seat, which back then was in the front seat. I locked the car door. Then I put the bas­ket of laun­dry in the back seat and locked the other door. Sud­denly, I re­al­ized I had locked the keys and my baby in the car and locked my­self out. I im­me­di­ately went into panic mode. My neigh­bors had both gone to work, and there were no cell phones back then. As I looked up the street, I saw a red Ford pickup driv­ing to­ward me. Eve­lyn and her daugh­ter, Pam The driver stopped when he saw me cry­ing and wav­ing my hands. The man on the pas­sen­ger side of the truck got out and said, “I have a car just like this one; let me see if my key will open the door.” It did! I have told so many peo­ple that God was the pas­sen­ger in a red Ford pickup in Oc­to­ber 1956. —Eve­lyn Paine ken­neb­unkport, maine

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