It Was Meant To Be

I've got a story for you and it starts with the expression "it was meant to be".
The story starts a week ago Friday when we were asked to deliver some food to an older woman who lives alone.  We called her several times on that Friday but she did not answer.  So we left a message telling her why we were calling and asking her to return the call.
Exactly a week later the woman called to say that she would be home at 6:00 pm and we could come by for a visit.
About 6:30 p.m. we turned onto her street, looking for her house.  A block or so ahead of us we saw a fire truck, lights flashing and excitement gathering.  Looking at each other, we thought the same thing:  is the fire truck stopped at the home we were about to visit?
You guessed it!!  Smoke was coming out of her house and she was standing on the driveway, arms locked with 2 men who had stopped to help her and had called the fire station.  Soon there were at least 5 or 6 fire trucks, about 12-15 firemen in and out of her house.  The water hose was hooked up to the hydrant in her yard and the firemen were working to save her house.  There was a tremendous amount of noise...from the fire hose, from the fan which was drawing smoke out of her house and from the general but very organized hubbub in her yard.
Because we sort of knew the woman we became the go-between, speaking a little bit on her behalf to find her family and people to help her. 
It was meant to be....if we had reached her the week before, we would not have been there to help her when she needed it most.  There was a lot of damage inside her house, but she was safe and well and determined to go back home.
How do I feel about all this?  I guess I do believe that there are moments in life when people are brought together to help each other.  It is both a strange but exhilarating experience to be where you are meant to be.
And my reward?  A kiss on the cheek from the woman and a brief word of thanks. That kiss meant a lot to me.