At our last rest stop, my parents had met a Christian family that lived near our hometown. They saw us on the side of the road and pulled over to help. I was so excited that we would get to ride the rest of the way home in their conversion van. They had kids that we got to play with the rest of the way home, while mom and dad chatted with their parents. I always remember that God worked it out for us to have the right people at the right place at the right time to make sure that we were protected and taken care of. I never forgot that feeling of security and comfort from my Heavenly Father.