I will preface this story by saying that I don't consider myself particularly religious.
I grew up as a busy kid. My parents sent me to all kinds of lessons. Dance, ice skating, Tae Kwon Do, flute, violin, piano, art, after-school math and reading, the whole nine yards. My childhood is every bit THE Asian stereotype as it gets. We even had a live-in housekeeper/maid/babysitter thing who slept in the guest room downstairs. This was necessary to have me be able to (legally) stay at home as a child since both of my parents didn't often leave work until very late, meaning I'd need an adult to supervise me while I was at home (despite being capable of taking care of myself).
My parents also went out of town a lot for business. On one occasion in the seventh grade, they both went out of town and I decided, in the morning, I was going to play hookie and not go to school. So the housekeeper comes upstairs to let me know we're going to be late (she drove me to school most days), and I tell her I'm not feeling well. I didn't even fake it with a cough or anything, I just said I wasn't feeling well and wasn't going to go to school that day.
She leaves the room, and I think I'm in the clear, right? Nope. Moments later she comes back with the cordless phone and my parents on the other line, who shout and yell and lecture about me taking advantage of the fact that they're both out of town, how it's disrespectful, and that they're going to call someone from their business to come take me to the doctor, and if I'm not actually sick, I'm going to be in a world of trouble.
Click. They hang up, and I cry my fucking eyes out. Because I now feel guilty and scared since I'm not actually sick, and I'm deathly afraid of my parents' swift and relentless retribution. So for the first time in my life, I prayed. I prayed to be made sick on the condition that I would never take advantage of my parents again, amen.
One of the ladies from my parents' office comes to pick me up, and we go to see my family doctor. LITERALLY ON THE WAY THERE, I can feel myself starting to get sick. Not just in a "cough cough oh I don't feel well" kind of way, but legitimately feeling ill.
I walked out of the doctor's office with a diagnosis of upper respiratory infection and a prescription.
For the record, I am still not religious.