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Then I went to see the other man’s condition. Blood was running from his ears, and his 
nose. three men stood by, just watching the show. I asked them to help me, and leaned 
over the man, I asked if he could hear me, and he replied with a grunt, then a groan. His 
eyes were glazed over and rolled back in his head. Some one half chuckled, “leave him 
he’s dead.” I stood and met the man directly in his face. “Unless you are God, that’s not 
your call to make.”
We offered our help and I knew he was passing; I held his hand and cradled his head… 
I said to the man, ‘It’s okay…you can go; if God is calling don’t wait….go home.’ He died 
in my arms, and I held him till the helicopter came.  I was proud of my wife, as she gave 
her boy aid; they took him away, and saved his life that day. The weekend was over, we 
lost the mood. The drive home was somber, as we cried for a man we never knew. 
The next day we received a phone call…it was a General from our base, seems the man I 
was holding was a soldier on leave. God gave me the chance to say thank you for real. 
Not just a gesture but an act of humanity. Seems all the people around, made comments 
of how my wife and I acted better than most. And offered our kindness and help to man 
we never even knew. So the General got on the phone, called the police and found out 
our names. We were honored by his friends on that one given day, If I hadn’t have 
gotten back in the car, the soldier would have died along the road all alone. 
The point of this story is just simply put, “there is no such thing as coincidence” God puts 
us right where he needs us. He’s ready to use us, if we are only willing.

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