Gas Station Outside Wichita

Driving alone on I-135. Stopped for gas at one of those large travel plazas outside Wichita. While I was standing at the pump I had a sudden, strong sense that I should call my brother. We are not close. I almost did not do it. I finished pumping, got back in the car, and called him. He had been sitting in a parking lot for an hour trying to decide whether to hurt himself. We talked for a long time. He is okay. I do not know what to call what happened at that gas pump. I just know I am glad I listened.