Bad internet or divine intervention?

My daughter just called to tell me about her bad morning.

She had a proposal to deliver to a customer to hire her company for their staffing needs. It was half finished when her internet went out. And she couldn’t find any paper in their household office.

So she went to her office-office to finish it. When she got there she saw a faint haze in the building and smelled smoke. She investigated and found wires in a speaker melted together and making smoke more enthusiastically. She unplugged it and it quickly stopped smoking.

So she finished the proposal, dropped it off and went home and called me. But if her internet had not gone out, it’s plausible her workplace might have burned.

I guess all’s well that ends well.