Here is a true story. I lived in MA for over two decades. I lived across the street from a woman who was born Catholic, attended parochial school and Catholic college, taught parochial school all her life, and worked an unpaid position in the local Catholic Church after her retirement.
One day, in the midst of a long drought, I happened to be visiting this woman. I noticed that her statue of Mary had its back to the kitchen, whereas I recalled it usually faced the room. I asked the woman if she wanted me to turn the statue around.
She said no, she wanted the blessed virgin to face the yard, so she could see how brown and dry it was, and send rain.
I have never forgotten that.
I often wish I had a little hidden camera on my person at all times so I could catch life’s little gems like that.