While in seminary, a couple who were friends of mine were really needful of food. (This was a common issue among seminary students, as many were learning to fully trust God for everything.) I had just arrived at their home when they asked if I had seen the man on the balcony walk. (They lived on the 3rd floor of outside entrance married housing apartments, at the very end of the walkway, no stairs on the end.) No, I hadn't passed anyone.

They related that they had just finished praying about needing food, when a man knocked on the door. He had several bags of food for them, saying they were a gift. (Students often sent food via an anonymous person from one student who has some money, to another who didn't at the time.)

What a blessing this was! So as they said goodbye to the man, and closed the door, they stood they waiting to wave goodbye to him as he passed back by the bay window... and he never did!