Puerto Rico

I had traveled to Puerto Rico in 1998 to attend an International Conference of an Organization I belong through work. My friends who were also attending the same conference left Saturday morning on a flight that would get them there in the late afternoon. I could not get on the same flight because all the seats were booked. So I tried getting a flight that would leave the night before. It's called a Red-eye flight probably due to lack of sleep. I get there in the morning, get to my hotel, register, then leave for Old Town San Juan. I only knew one person there, my friend Nick but he had been there three days by the time I got there and had no idea where he would be. As I was strolling the streets I became rather frightened because it reminded me of Spanish Harlem in NY. The Holy Spirit tried to tell me that there was no reason to be frightened. Everybody here is Puerto Rican and poverty is a common occurance.
As I was walking down this one street I happened to stumble into a Franciscan chapel. I walked in, and I noticed a life-size crucifix by the railing. I knelt in front of the crucifix and asked the Lord if I could bump into Nick unless He had other plans. I walked out the door, took two steps to the right, and suddenly I heard somebody yelling my name. I turned around and saw my friend Nick with three other friends. I looked up to the Lord and said to him: "BOY, you are good!" I then ran over to my friend Nick. He asked me if I would spend the day with them and I said yes. I had a great time that day. Thanks to the good Lord.