What if I was afraid to hold the hand of destiny?

By Lynne Cory

What if the universe held out its helpful hand?  While driving through Colombia we came upon a long line of traffic because the bridge had washed out ahead?  A young man on a motorcycle immediately showed up and said that for a few pesos he would take us on a 20 minute, convoluted detour to the next bridge?  What if some were afraid?  What if he was an angel who guided us effortlessly around the two hour long line?