I would have as many as 5 private shows in one night over the Christmas period. I had no idea of how to drive a car (had no car). The people who booked me had to fetch me. The first show would fetch me at home. The second show would fetch me at the venue of the first show. The third show had to fetch me at the venue of the second show. The last show had to arrange to take me home. These were negotiations with people I had never met in my life and I would be paid by them to do a strip tease show.
If you could have been a fly on the front centre mirror of each car that transported me you would have said that this was not possible. Consider that at every show the audience had consumed alcohol. The bachelor parties were the worst. At one show I arrived and everyone had passed out, except for my driver who was totally sober. I had a phone call the next day to ask if I had appeared. Only the driver was my witness.
Never, not even once, did I have a driver that did not treat me like a lady. There was always utter respect and protectiveness.
I never doubt that this again was the prayer of my foster parents. I know that a presence must have been with me that affected the drivers to turn to protective angels. The power of prayer never seizes to amaze me. God who is so faithful that even when we are unfaithful He remains the same.