Ah, an oft-told tale when we were younger. My sister was about 3 years old and my Mom was walking us to church. There was a very lovely older couple whose house we often stopped at, but this morning we were late. My sister was insistant that she wanted to see the Mr. and Mrs. Goode. And my mother told her no, that we were late for church and she could not go up the steps to their house and visit with them. Twice she told my sister not to go up the steps, but Sharon went up any way. On about the second or third step Sharon tripped and fell. Sharon looked up with big saucer-like eyes and said, "God pushed."