What Stood Between Me and the Morphine

As crazy as it may sound - the therapist who closed the door on me stood between me and 30 morphine tablets. God must work in very mysterious ways. How could the lady who turned me away at my very lowest have saved me from an overdose? Somewhere in the very back of my mind the thought that she can help me put a sudden stop to my insane impulse. It's actually the second time in about a week that she intervened that way. What's even stranger is that I had convinced myself that she didn't really care (otherwise how could she have shut the door on me?). The only answer can be prayers.