One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with Space Goat. In times of great faith, I saw my footprints and his hoof prints. But sometimes only my footprints.
And I noticed, at the lowest points in my life, there was only one set of footprints. My Space Goat had deserted me. And so I prayed for guidance. And the Space Goat sayeth: My son, when you saw only one set of footprints, that was when I was carrying you.
And so I cried, and asked forgiveness, and prayed, and cried, and read my Goat Bible, and prayed and cried a couple more times. And then it hit me. "Space Goat, you lying douche -- it would have been HOOF PRINTS in the sand if you were carrying me!! You are so busted!!"
And the Space Goat sayeth: Okay, my bad. You really think you have interesting problems, and that a space goat would want to be along for the complete ride? So, yes, when you were whining and all snot-nosed, yes I took off. Jesus. You do know I'm a goat, don't you?
Moral: Pick a savior with anatomically similar feet to yours. The at least you'll know if they carried you along the beach.
Fees: Whoever turns this story into a tee shirt or black light poster owes me a royalty.