She gave me a letter last Friday night; in it she said, “I was brought to your meeting last December and I attended five of your lectures. I read four of your books over and over.” She said, “I sell homes, and so I took a client of mine—the client being a couple and three children—they wanted a larger home than they occupied. Well, I showed them home after home after home, and nothing pleased them. They wouldn’t tell me why, whether it was money, whether neighborhood or what, but nothing pleased them. And so, having heard you, having read your books, I retired this night, and in my Imagination this is what I did. I stepped into a hallway of a very large Spanish home. To my right was the most beautiful living room, to my left was a large formal dining room, and through the window I could see this wonderful garden patio. I sat at the table and had coffee with my clients, and heard her say how much she loved the place and that it was just right as far as her pocketbook was concerned…it was what she could afford to pay.277 ¶2