The year was 1956. My first husband and I and our nine-month-old baby, Pam, moved from St. Louis to Fort Worth, Texas. We found a (love) apartment and settled in quickly. One chilly morning, I (head) for the Laundromat（洗衣店）. I turned the engine of our 1953 Chevy (warm) up the car and put Pam in her car seat, back then was in the front seat. I locked the car door. I put the basket of laundry in the back seat and locked the other door.(sudden), I realized I had locked the (key) and my baby in the car and locked (I) out. I immediately went into panic mode. My neighbors had both gone to work, and there were no cell phones back then. As I looked up the street, I saw a red Ford pickup (drive) toward me. The driver stopped when he saw me crying and waving my hands. The man on the passenger side of the truck got out and said, "I have a car just like this one; let me see if my key will open the door." It did! I have told so many people that God was the passenger in a red Ford pickup in October 1956.
