A few years ago, I was helping a family in our ward. The wife had broken her leg and had three young children while the husband was very busy with work. I had a short break in my schedule as I had just finished my PhD before starting a new job so I pitched in to help them a few times.

One time I took all three kids to the grocery store with me (I think they were 6 months old, 2 and 4 – all really good kids). Note: My wife and I had no kids at this point and I had never been to a grocery store with three kids before. I drove their old station wagon to the grocery store and inside we went. We had a short list of items to get but it took forever as I was constantly chasing one kid, while holding a second. Nonetheless, we finished and went out to the car. I was so proud of myself that I had accomplished this task. I put the kids in their various car seats and away we went. As I approached the end of the parking lot to turn onto the road, it dawned on me that in the burst of pride I had felt over this, I had forgotten to put the groceries in the car. I immediately turned around and went back and the groceries were gone – someone had taken them out of the cart and stolen them. It was probably only 2 minutes since I had left so the person who took them obviously saw me put three young kids into the old station wagon and drive off, then they took the food. The poor kids were not happy when I made them all get out of the car and go back into the store to buy new groceries (of course no one in the parking lot or the store saw anything). I have often wondered if that person who stole the groceries needed them more than I did or were they just mean (and have a special place in hell set up for themselves)? If they needed them more than I did, maybe they had prayed for some food that morning and saw this as a gift from God… Anyway, sometimes I wonder about answered prayers and at who’s expense that answer has come…