The other day, upon returning from a trip to the supermarket, groceries in tow (or rather in hand), I realized that I had left my keys at home. But just then, wouldn't you know, one of our neighbors walked through the lobby at the exact right moment to catch my flailing arms in his peripheral vision. "Hashgacha prutis" (Divine Providence) I thought to myself as he opened the door. But then I laughed to myself because, you see, if my neighbor hadn't been there, and I was locked outside, stuck for hours, rained on, poured on, I still would have said that it was "hashgacha prutis"!
