God's Grace-a testimony

It is not easy knowing the 2 meanings behind "the grace of God" in any hymn: one being the very characteristic of God; another being a personal interpretation when your name is by birth "Grace", because you get hit by a bizarre wind of embarrassment when the congregation goes all teary and squeezes every juice of adoration from their heart unanimously voice "by the grace of God".
Of course what they mean is genuinely the first meaning and it is only sensible when one is so egoistic to fantasize this has any relation to one coincidence but at least, I think the fact that my dad insisted on this plain, one syllabus name even before I lose my umbilical cord has to do with something. Honestly I do pity my dad a fair lot because he apparently had not considered the biggest probability in the name of statistics that his daughter is not going to be all "pleasantly polite" or possessing any "quality of moving in a smooth, relaxed and attractive way" of which, according to Cambridge dictionary, defines the name. Anyway, in fact, it turned out that I can manage baggage as heavy as I weigh and I say, this is a satisfaction that every fiber of my muscle shares.
Here is the story:
Among all the most glorious brilliance of saving up some 50 smackers of cab fare to the airport, once again I risked a foreseeing osteoporosis in my fifties and performed this "Ripley's Believe It Or Not" feat of luggages-heaving from my fourth-floor room down the narrow steps, out the hostel gate and perspired along a journey of a thousand steps towards the bus stop only to realize my not-so-portable-invention-of-the-21st-century telecommunication device a.k.a mobile phone, was stashed in this brown cardboard box all sealed up and Sello-taped three times. Retrieving it means ripping off the seal, missing the bus and an extra walking trip with the luggage just to enhance muscles building. Of all the forces of nature, gravity couldn't be more lucid then.
So, I couldn't recognize this was all God's arrangement sending me this message of "God's grace", especially not after suffering that spice up my spine under the load with thunder in the background. Honestly, I started thinking about the essay I wrote during English test "the day when everything went wrong" and only if I had experienced this earlier, I would definitely get an extra kick of realism and earned some extra marks. It was not supposed to rain. I have got these water phobic stuff alfresco-my laptop, my violin and these clouds chose to disintegrate just for a little plague unto me.
An old Chinese lady with this "cabbage" hair style like my grandma came and spoke manglish(instead of Chinese) to me, reassuring my deceiving facade as a race-confusion. I thought it was just one lucky smacker I saved when she made a deal to sell me a second-hand bus ticket. But she turned out carrying my violin up the steps of the bus for me which was much appreciated because I was truly suspecting some concussion at the vibrating stems or whatever musical technical terms people uses when it banged against my 18kg-pulley-bag. She told me tales of her childhood during Japanese and British colonial times, inadequacy of food in the convent school she went, the pain in her legs, her solitude life, her efforts in self haircutting, dress-sewing and how those lucky notes she picked off the ground being God's provision for her to continue her retired life after 70 years of weather wash. She is so like my granny with those sympathetic eyes and skin like fried wanton except that she does not believe in marriage.
I knew that I needed to do something different that night I spent at the airport. I met a kid reading "Puteri Rimba" who couldn't stop smiling at me and I pushed my trolley out near McDonald's and slept on top of my luggage. In the morning before my flight, I managed to yank 6 smackers out of my nearly empty wallet for a muffin thanks to the thief in GMI who reduced my fortune by 80 smackers.
Just to be frank, I do not get strangers who pop up and share life stories with me on a daily basis and say things like "I will pray for you" without even asking for my prayer needs. I really felt loved by this old lady and the tears I shed on the bus after she saw me off was truly because I was touched. One day, I am going to be just like her, praying for people, loving unconditionally and showing God's grace, be a walking "Grace of God" and becoming perfectly his.