You never get a ride until you're happy where you are.

If you ask the universe for a ride, you must take what the universe offers.

One day I was hitching in Northeast Malaysia in the hot sun. I was not happy where I was. I spotted a bit of shade about a half kilometer down the road and made my way to it. This was a great deal better. Still it was not as comfortable as I would have liked, but then I noticed across the road a woman in a sarong on a ladder painting her house. The cloth clung to her hips with her movements; it was a pleasure to watch.

Then I heard a voice in my head, "A white car with air-conditioning." I was not interested for my view was pleasant and I was in no hurry to leave. Then I noticed a white car rounding the corner where I had stood before. Its windows were closed meaning it was air-conditioned. "That's your ride," said the voice.

I did nothing to indicate I was looking for a ride. I merely stared as the car slowed and stopped beside me. The driver leaned over and opened my door. "Get in," he commanded without a smile. I did. "I want you to know I never pick up hitchhikers, but something told me I must stop for you." He seemed bewildered.

"I can't explain what is going on," I answered, "but I knew you were coming."

We talked about the magic of the universe. He drove a hundred kilometers out of his way to take me where I wanted to go.

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