Proof The Bible Is True

Talk to her, I thought. Talk to her. Normally, I don’t strike up conversations with perfect strangers but there was something about the woman waiting for the elevator with me at the medical complex. And after I pressed the buttons for our floors—six for her, seven for me—I couldn’t ignore the voice in my head any longer.

“Nice day, isn’t it?” I said.

“Sure is,” she replied.

And that was that. A pleasant distraction from the backache that had brought me there, but not much more.

At my appointment I received some injections to help ease the pain. An hour and a half later, I left the office and stepped on the elevator again. It stopped at the sixth floor and a woman got on…the same woman I’d seen earlier.

 

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