Continuing from the last two blogs on the lost bag and lost life, God had been at work, though I was short on hope, trust and belief. The bag had everything in it, untouched. Why was it left at the information desk of terminal A? I would never have thought to go there or ask. The Southwest agent told me to go to Terminal A. Why would she bother to do that? Then I asked twice at information for help. I don't usually do that. Now I hurried back to the plane with my three shoulder bags. Don't do three shoulder bags! When I got to the gate that same agent was still there. All the passengers were on. She gave me the last boarding pass. The flight was not quite full, a rarity at Southwest. When I went through the gate, they closed the door. Two minutes later and I would not have been on that flight. When I entered the plane, there in the third row was a nice middle seat between two ladies, and overhead space for my bags. If I had a suitcase it would not have fit. I may be bad, but God is gooder. I think God wanted me to be in Florida to teach and preach. I hope so. But I have become the little old man who leaves a bag on the tram.