I gave my seat to an old woman on the BRT and she blessed me for eleven stops

It started normal. God bless you my son. Then it grew. My future wife. My children, by name, names she chose. A house in a place I've never been. By Fadeyi the whole bus was saying amen. A man at the back asked if she could do him next. I've had a rough year and I want to tell you I got off that bus lighter. I don't know her name. I hope her own prayers are answered twice.