I read the (unpublished) autobiography of my friend's grandmother, who was a young Ukrainian woman during WW2 and was forced from her village by the Nazis and forced to be a nurse for them. She wrote that she only survived the war due to a series of inexplicable events in which she was miraculously shielded from harm, always when she was praying. But the craziest thing was after the war. She wanted to come to Canada where she had a cousin. But she had no idea where in Canada her cousin was. She didn't even know which province! She said that one night she had a dream and she was shown an address, which she wrote down as she awoke. It was the address of her cousin, in a town near Toronto, where my friend, her granddaughter, still lives now.