"I know why Abby broke her leg"

This might sound really gossipy.  But my mom told me a story that our friend's mom had told her.  They have a daughter named Abigail, a funny little girl with a slight British accent who told me proudly that she is "six and three quarters."

We first met Abigail's family at the Granite State speech tournament in February.  They live in Boston, but their mom is English, which gives them a unique, memorable accent.  Abigail had recently broken her leg badly, so she was wearing a leg brace and had to be pushed around in a wheelchair.  However, during the course of the tournament, she got up and started hobbling around, playing games with other kids.  They told us later that the exercise had been really good for her.  Putting stress on her leg made it heal much more quickly.

At the Regionals tournament in April, Abigail's mom came up to my mom and told her a goosebump-raising story.  "I know why Abby broke her leg," she began.

Even with the excellent way her leg was healing, Abigail still had to go to regular rehab appointments.  On April 15, they had to see the doctor.  Abigail's mom was annoyed that they had scheduled the appointment for a holiday weekend.  Besides that, the family had great seats at a race, right near the finish line.  But they left early to go to the appointment anyway.

Not long after, everyone heard that two bombs had gone off near the finish line of the Boston Marathon.  That rehab appointment, at first a nuisance, probably saved the family's lives.  If Abigail hadn't broken her leg they would've been sitting at that finish line.

I'll let that sink in.  No conclusion I would write would sufficiently describe this.  We have an awesome God.