One of my favorite moments at church happened on one of the occaisons that an adult had come up for chrismation (the parish I was in at the time offered to chrismate already baptized adults in the Liturgy, and this convert wanted it to happen this way with his first Communion being with everyone else).
Well, the Godparents were very typically Greek, and running horribly late. Finally, Father had the convert standing in front of him and indicated that the Godparents were not present...
And one guy in the parish briefly looked at his wife, and they both stood next to the convert. The husband took off the cross he was wearing and gave it to their new Godchild. And thusly, we found out who God had chosen to be the Godparents for this new member of the Church.
You won't believe what this wonderful story reminded me of!
About 15 years ago, there was a whale beaching on the south coast of Australia. Whales become disoriented without the sea's movement, so the rescuers, as well as keeping the whales wet while waiting for the tide, will stand either side of the whale and rock it gently to help it's sense of balance. On this particular instance we witnessed the most amazing thing when one of the whales managed to be returned to the shallows, but became disoriented and began drowning. Out of nowhere, two stronger whales flanked the drowning whale on either side, and with gentle twists of their bodies, they began to rock the drowning whale until it became oriented and was able to swim out to sea.