Throughout the ride, spontaneous choices—even mistaken ones—kept leading us to people who needed us, people whose lives were changed in an instant. Each night, I wondered how we had found them: how we happened to pass a call for help, then turn the van around. A nurse we supported told me, “God doesn’t call the prepared; He prepares the called.” That week, I understood what she meant. I had always felt called in some way, but I had never seen that calling come alive so clearly. I only hope to witness it again and again in my lifetime.”