My family and I drove along a deserted highway when suddenly, our daughter felt sick. We needed a doctor; fast!

Coming back from a holiday trip, my family and I were driving along a desolate stretch of highway in Wyoming when our daughter Emily, who was almost five, suddenly said she felt sick.

Right away I knew something was terribly wrong. Her eyes kept shifting and when I coaxed her, she would briefly bring them back into focus. "Emily!" I called to her. And then she lost consciousness.

"Lord," I prayed, "we need to get her to a doctor fast." The nearest town was Rock Springs, about 60 miles away. Every minute was precious. Emily had had a stroke when she was seven months old and we were always on the alert for any signs of another one.

At last we were nearing Rock Springs. Once there though, how would we find a doctor? To our relief, we spotted a blue sign with a white "H" on it. And soon after that another sign, then another directing us to the hospital where Emily was ushered into the emergency room.

Soon her condition stabilized and improved rapidly. A mild epileptic seizure, the doctor said. That afternoon my husband and my father drove out to the highway to a fuel station we'd seen; and got lost coming back to the hospital.

They had been counting on the hospital signs to guide them. When they told the doctor of their misadventure, he said, "What signs? There are no hospital signs on that road."
And yet we had seen those signs; just when they were needed most.