In the early seventies I heard a mission appeal at Sunday Mass, one of many in those days, but this one moved me so much that I was inspired to give a £10 donation, which in those days was equivalent to over £100 now.  To avoid embarrassment I tried to fold the note up small so that the collector would not notice it among the coins and £1 notes, but he did notice and gave me a strange look with raised eyebrows.  Though I was unaware at the time, I have since discovered that 15 years later I married the niece of the missionary priest who gave the appeal.  I recognised him from the photos taken in Kenya.  Though it can't be proven, I feel that divine providence was at work.  My wife's uncle was in heaven when I first met her - I feel that he must have put a good word in for me to marry his neice!