The Midnight Knock

James was fast asleep when a loud knock rattled his apartment door. Groggy and annoyed, he glanced at his phone—2:14 AM. Who could it be at this hour?
Another knock. “James, it’s me—Daniel! Please, I need your help.”
James sighed, rolling out of bed. He opened the door to find his friend looking desperate. “Daniel, what’s going on?”
“My sister’s flight got canceled, and she’s stuck at the airport with no place to stay. I promised I’d find her a ride and a place for the night, but my phone just died, and I have no cash for an Uber.”
James groaned. “Man, it’s the middle of the night. Can’t she just wait till morning?”
“Please,” Daniel begged. “She’s scared, and I can’t leave her there.”
James rubbed his face, exhausted. He wanted to say no. But Daniel kept pleading. Finally, James sighed, grabbed his keys, and headed out to the airport. 
By morning, Daniel texted: Thank you. My sister got here safely. I owe you one.
James smiled, remembering something his grandmother used to say: If you ask and keep asking, seek and keep seeking, knock and keep knocking—the door will open.
Persistence in asking, especially for what is right, moves hearts and opens doors.