Here is a little story for the group - I'll leave interpretation open to each individual.
Last Friday the 9th, I was sitting at work about 11:00 am, trying to decide what to eat for lunch. I had decided on a bowl of soup when a thought crossed my mind to get some barbecue. That was not an unusual decision but when I go to this particular restaurant, I always order a brisket sandwich - no exceptions. I've been going to this place weekly for about 8 years and am pretty predictable. However, I got there Friday and decided completely out of the blue, to order some loose sliced brisket and a bag of chips. I asked and paid for 1/4 lb. of sliced meat, but the plate showed up and they obviously gave me 1/2 lb. I mentioned the mistake and the kitchen said it was an accident; they could not take anything back after serving so please keep it. I wasn't hungry enough to eat everything, so I divided and packed the other serving in a to-go box with a piece of bread (there were 20 pieces of meat; I packed 10 and ate 10). Finished my lunch and drove back to the shop.
On the way back, I drove past a very young and thin girl walking down the access road with a backpack. I parked my car in our lot and listened to the end of a newscast, then walked into the front office to put the food in the refrigerator (which was also unusual because I work in a different area of the plant so normally go through a different door). While I was listening to the radio, I saw the girl sit down on our next-door neighbor's grass and drink some water from a bottle. It crossed my mind to offer her the meal, but saw she was eating a trail mix bar, so I just went inside. I put the to-go box in the fridge and turned to leave when the receptionist came around the corner and said there was a homeless person at the front desk asking for food. At this point, I figured it was just supposed to happen and I handed her the leftovers. The girl went back outside and sat on the grass to eat, then brought all of the trash back to dispose of properly. She then left and kept walking down the road - I saw her later that afternoon further down the highway when I drove home for the night.
I've heard the old saying that a million monkeys banging on typewriters will eventually write the Bible - and I know many people simply think we exist due to random bacteria getting together 9 billion years ago, but the odds of everything coming together for this girl to come in our office and get a meal are much worse than a roulette wheel at Vegas.
Feel free to draw your own conclusions.