"A coincidence is a small miracle when God chooses to remain anonymous.”Albert Einstein



I completed my daily newspaper rounds and was about to go home. Put my hand in my pocket and found that my keys were missing.

How can I open the door of my house? (Fortunately, it was on a Sunday and my wife is inside the house. Weekdays she worked at a place where she comes home only in the evening.)

My newspaper rounds on the electric cycle takes about 4 hours, so I painfully retraced the houses where I deliver the paper.

No luck



Shops are closed and no hope of making duplicate keys.


Went home thinking how will I lock the house and go for my paper rounds next day? Fortunately, I could go through the garage which I can keep open.


The next day, went for the daily paper rounds and guess what I saw?






Now me and my keys are united again. Make sure it would never happen again





Years ago Someone was searching for the missing "keys". It was so precious to Him. And when he found them He shouted,"I have found My lost "keys" Let us celebrate. And the whole heaven rang out with songs of joys.












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