The Right Place at The Right Time or is Called Fate

by Shannon Streno on Friday, July 1, 2011 at 6:24am

I have a very interesting story of my life to tell you about, I am a collector of books I collect every book I can find about the Bible. I go to yard sales the Good Will and New and used book stores, well one day I was miles away from my home working and out of the corner of my eye I saw this tiny little used book store so I stopped in and I search the store and found this really old worn out book from the 1950′s it was a red soft covered little book the tiltle read The Gospel of John. I thought neat I will buy this, so I bought the book and as years went on I would carry this book to work with me and read it often ,

Years and years later I open the very front of the book and I found a place were a person could right their name on a line and put in the Date on the very Day that That person Became a Believer in Jesus Christ .

Well when I read the hand written Name that was written in 1953 I hit the floor it was my Grand Mother Ruth She wrote her name in it. At the time I read this it was the year 2001 , so 47 years later I have a book that was lost and it belong to my Grand Mother at one point in time .

Ok heres the Kicker My grand mother Ruth has been dead for 20 years and I found the little book of John’s Gospel three towns away in a hard to find Little used book store Amazing !!

Wait it gets better. I have been reading this book for years and never open the cover I never really fully possessed the book I never really owned it because I did not read it cover to cover if you know what I mean.

My entire family never new that My Grand Mother Ruth was a Christian we have always wondered and now we know my whole family rejoiced when they found out that when we get to Heaven we will be with Grandma Ruth. Even though she was in Heaven the seed she planted many years earlier even after her death was still being watered from a little Red worn out book that she took the time to write her testimony in and proclaim she Believed In Jesus . Praise Jesus !! No one knows how many other people read the book and put their Faith in Jesus.

So you never know when you might be in the right place at the right time. I would say that it was the Lords will that led me to that little used book store at that very day to buy My Grandmothers book.

This story was written by Mike Brody and originally appeared on the WISH-TV.com website.

A Seattle customer service representative who was the victim of identity theft in January was able to help police break up a ring of ID thieves when a woman tried to open a credit card account using her stolen identity.Michelle McCambridge, 23, was working at J.C. Penney when a woman asked to open a credit account in McCambridge’s name with a fake ID, according to the Seattle Times .McCambridge was shaken when she realized what was happening, but she composed herself enough to excuse herself and alert store security to the situation.”I’m very proud of her,” said Joseph Velling, a special agent for the Social Security Administration. “It was heroic.”Police couldn’t arrest the woman right there, but they were able to get surveillance footage of her which directly led to her arrest along with several others who police say were responsible for victimizing at least 39 people.”Out of how many customer-service desks, out of how many registers she could have gone to, and she had to come to me?” McCambridge said. “It was fate.”Last year, 8.4 million people in the United States had their identities stolen at a total cost of $49.3 billion.On Friday, Albert Gonzalez, a former federal government informant and the alleged ringleader of one of the largest known identity theft cases in U.S. history, pleaded guilty to 19 counts of conspiracy computer fraud, wire fraud, access device fraud, and aggravated identity theft related to theft of credit and debit card data from TJX Companies owner of T.J. Maxx, BJ’s Wholesale Club, OfficeMax, Boston Market, Barnes & Noble, Sports Authority, among other retailers.

I was blessed with a gift; I attract attention no matter where I go, eliciting laughter and leaving smiles behind. I was aware of my gift by age seven dreaming of life as an entertainer. One’s destiny is not always clearly written and my adult life was spent in sales. Each day this offered me a new audience on which to test my material. Fate stepped in a year ago and my dream is reality; I am guided by family, friends and strangers with unique messages of hope!

I Do not want to give my whole story with this disclaimer giving you all the rights but basically

I was born in the Ghetto never got a chance in schools or life no matter how much I tried then I was awarded a scholarship to go to japan for school

I went learned and then decided I wanted to live there by any means eventually I got locked out of some dorms in LA and I yelled up to a balcony and got someone to come let me in little did I know I would end up living with this person and becoming good friends and little did I know he was a big head in Japanese underground

my story is pretty long and still unfolding

this is long story short but the whole story has drugs crimes rhymes and art

Kharma destiniy fate who knows
but everything happens for a reason its just what you do with what you get

In 1963, I was two-years old, the youngest of six kids in a poor, dysfunctional family. My father was a chronically out of work alcoholic who physically, mentally and sexually abused all of us. We lived isolated on a rural Missouri farm.

Winters were the worst. Dad would go to town, get drunk then spend weeks at his own parent’s house. He’d ‘forget’ to pay the propane bill so we’d run out. On cold winter nights we’d put mattresses together on the floor in one room then huddle together under the piled blankets and try to keep each other warm.

My then twenty-five year old mother had finally had enough. She loaded us into her tiny old car and drove straight to Oklahoma City and the same orphanage where she had grown up. She enrolled my siblings but kept me because I was too young. The priest my mom knew promised to provide for them until mom could come back for them.

My aunt lived in Chicago. Said she’d loan mom money for rent, etc. Except, my mom had no money and no way to get to Chicago. Her car wouldn’t make the trip.

From nowhere a complete stranger came into our lives. The man gave us a ride from Oklahoma City to Chicago, said ‘good bye’ and we never heard from him again.

Just over a year later, mom had us all back together again.

Forty years later, a similar situation occurred in my life. This time, I was the “man.”

I met a woman in Denver who had two small kids. I soon found out that she too needed to get away from her sexually, physically and emotionally abusive ex-husband. She had just moved to Denver from a ‘safe’ house in Wyoming. Quickly enough her ex-husband had found her so she returned to the safe house.

Her story had a few “complications.” She was a ‘mail-order’ bride from Indonesia. Her husband had taken her passport and her children didn’t have passports either. Her only chance of getting away, and out of this country was through her country’s consulate’s in Los Angeles.

Over the years of her own ordeal, she’d written the conselate regularly. They were apprised of her situation and promised to help if she could get to Los Angeles – and fast.

I had lost my mother to cancer a few of months earlier and was still grieving deeply. She was my rock. I prayed to her and asked for her intervention and guidance. Almost immediately I agreed to help.

From Denver, I drove up and met them at the Wyoming safe house, loaded their worldly possession and left under the cover of darkness.

Three very tense days later, we arrived at the consulate’s and were promptly “processed” for visas and documentation. Ten hours later, the woman and her children boarded the plane that took them 20-plus hours to safety. And their own new start.