You never know how or why God will place certain people into your life. My freshman year of college, I ran with a pretty close-knit group of friends. We’d go to parties together, hang out at the local malls, attend various events on campus and even formed an intramural softball team.

One night, after attending a party on campus, Devin (a girl in our group), had one too many drinks. I’d left the party before most of my friends and was back in my dorm room listening to music and talking to my boyfriend when someone knocked on my door and told me that Devin was lying out in the quad, stinking drunk.

Well, this was the month of November and if you’re from the midwest, you’re kinda used to snow being on the ground……which it was. So I said to the person who’d knocked on my door, “Devin’s lying in the quad? And you just left her there?” The person replied, “She’s grown and not my responsibility.”

I could not understand how one could be so concerned to knock on someone else’s door to tell them about a friend who was lying in the snow drunk, and not do something yourself? So after hearing that bit of news, my boyfriend and I left my dorm to help Devin. And when I said she was drunk, I mean she was drunker than a skunk.

I thought that she may have needed medical attention, but she came to after we shook her and lightly patted her face a few times. My boyfriend and I both ended up carrying her back to my dorm room, because her dead weight was too much for him to carry alone.

I told my boyfriend that I’d be responsible for her and take care of her through the night. And what a night it was. Devin was barfing over everything and I had to clean it up, she was suffering from chills, so I tried to keep her warm with blankets, then she’d break out into sweats, so I would have to wipe her brow. I repeated this routine for about 3-4 hours that night until she finally settled down and into a deep sleep.

I’m glad she was able to sleep, because I got none. But the next morning, Devin thanked me for caring to help her and told me that she owed her life to me. You see, although Devin hung with my core group of friends, she and I were not what you’d call good friends. We kinda just knew each other because we shared some of the same friends. So she was very thankful for me to go out of my way to help her because the people whom she had considered her friends, were the ones who’d left her drunk in the snow.

I didn’t help Devin because she was a friend of a friend. I did it because I felt like it was the right thing to do. I couldn’t walk past someone that I know who was in a bad way and not try to help them. But my random act of kindness lead to years of friendship with Devin. Today, she and I are best friends and I am the godmother to her son. Yep, you just never know how or why God’s going to place someone into your life.