Well, the years went on, it’s been seven years now, and this is what happened this past week. She got a job, she’s a nurse. And so, the job moves around. She goes from home to home where the need is there. And so, she found herself in the environment or the neighborhood of a friend she had not seen or contacted in a year. She had exchanged a birthday card and a Christmas greeting with a little note on the card, but no telephone call and no other contact. Finding herself in the neighborhood, she calls her. When this friend heard her voice on the wire, she said, “Oh Jen, you can have it, you can have it.” She said, “All right, all right, I’ll take it. What is it?” And then this is the story. There was a party, a pre-Lenten party at the hotel, Hilton, some Mardi Gras by a Catholic society, the Joseph and Mary society. There were door prizes. The major prize was a thirty-day trip, first-class, all expenses paid, and stopping along the way at the Hilton hotels in the Near East. And Egypt is part of the setup. The lady and her family had spent several months last year abroad and had no desire this year to go abroad again. In fact, they’ve already arranged to go to New York City for the World’s Fair, which opens in April. So, a trip abroad is out. Furthermore, this ticket, this door ticket only accepts one person, not a group, not a family. So that was what her friend said to her, she would give her. Jen said, “All right, I’ll take it.” And then called me up to tell me the story. Delayed seemingly seven years, she still now has her ticket, if she wants it, to the Near East where Egypt is included. And she goes, first-class, all expenses paid, everything paid—because she believed. Maybe in the interval, her faith wavered, maybe she justified it by saying, “Maybe I don’t want it.” Or in some strange way, try to explain it away. But it still, in its own good time, came to the surface.671 ¶10