Greetings, DATA-DOG:
Taking into account all that has been said on this thread and others like it over the years, I tend toward other explanations for why a prayer may seem to have been answered. My prayers of yore had been "answered" in relation to my activities and conduct as a JW. Therefore, I don't know where Jehovah actually fit in as I consider my current belief-in-flux position.
Nonetheless, one experience that still has me nonplussed centers around my life in Brooklyn and Manhattan, circa 1970. I took a noisy bus ride to a forgotten destination, but recall that the friendly driver said to sit behind him so he could tell me when we arrived at my stop. He chatted loudly away and, as was my wont, I wanted to witness to him: impossible, due to noise and confusion. Over the course of the lengthy trip, he revealed point by point personal information: the district he inhabited; the street he lived on; the number of his apartment complex; his name. All this was given me as he gabbed away; I didn't ask a single question.
I got off, went my way armed with this vital back call material. Somewhat later, Truth book in tow, I located his apartment complex and found his name, Patrick Davis, on the registry and went to his door. He was surprised to see me and I gave him the book . . .
Wonder where he is now.
CC