Not just a coincidence.
I was out for an exercise and companionship walk with my wife Rosemary and I saw an unusual piece of plastic on the footpath. Being the ever-curious one, I picked it up to look at it. I wondered what it was used for, as it was very small, shaped like a miniature bottle cork on one end and with a small round knob on the other.
I purposed to put it in the rubbish bin when I got home, but I forgot, and it was still in my hand when I reached my outdoor workbench. I placed it on the bench and promptly forgot about it.
Several days later I was using a rental car, a hatch-back wagon, and in the boot there is a shelf suspended from the boot lid with two elastic straps. This shelf is designed to shield the contents of the boot from view when the boot is closed. A previous renter had broken one of the fasteners and had repaired it with, of all things, what looked like chewing gum or some other adhesive and it was coming off. As I hadn't noticed it when I signed the rental agreement, I was concerned that I would be held responsible for the cost of its repair when I returned the vehicle at the end of the rental period.
I examined the broken fitting and I immediately knew why the piece of plastic that I had picked up just a few days prior was not in the rubbish bin. This plastic plug with a knob on the end was identical to the original fitting and was easily clipped into place to substitute with the broken one.
My lack of higher mathematical ability cannot fathom the chances of this being a coincidence. I believe that this could not possibly have occurred without divine intervention and I thanked God for his concern with the minutia of our lives. Coincidence is when God chooses to remain anonymous.
Lionel Hartley