When I was going through those particularly troubling years called adolescence there was a lot I was unsure about. My friends, my future, my self... top of the list, however, was God.
So one day I decided to test God in the way that the Bible and various other holy books tell you never to do. I said to him, knowing full well that there was no bacon in the house and we had no bread and were not leaving the house that day, "If I have a bacon sandwich by the end of today, I will believe you exist."
I then put that out of my head for a few hours and carried on with less angst-ridden stuff (such as reading magazines, listening to hard core music and painting my nails bright colours). Some time later my mom came into my room and asked, "would you like a cheese role? I could even put it into the oven for you?" That sounded good to me. She left the room and then almost immediately turned around again and said over her shoulder "ooooh I think we still have some bacon bits! I could sprinkle some of those on for you!"
My jaw dropped.