By God, he was wrong

The name was weird.

As was the address.

I had a lot of questions on both.

He answered all with patience, nearly convincing me he was God but, a question rang in my head. How was he distracted? What was he doing? Did he engineer the incident to meet me?

Why?

What could be the reason?

The love of my life left me when I spoke of marriage.

My parents just about abandoned me as soon as they could. Were unsuccessful for a very long time.

My friends are my online avatars. No god's there too.

Why? Did he want to meet me, help me? No. No. No. No. No.

Nothing makes sense.

My understanding of Ockham's razor applicability says he made a mistake.

So, I asked him to prove he was not distracted performing a miracle for someone.

His question was, "How do I do that?"

I told that he needs to convince me and not to question me. How do I know there was no miracle taking place in the world at the time of the accident.

With a smile on his face he said, let me think about it.

MMMM