Tonight…a story came to me this past week. It’s one of the most delightful stories. The man is here tonight and if anyone can end his letter to me as he did…he said, “Forty years ago in the state of Washington, I was then seventeen years old and while saddling a horse on our farm, we had a wheat farm, the horse just simply stepped on my big toe, and my big toe was injured seriously. I not only lost the toenail but it ruined or injured the root of that toenail and from then until this past few months I had an odd nail. It wouldn’t grow in as a real nail, only a piece of it would come in. It was always sore and a very bothersome thing in my foot, this part of a nail. For forty years from the time I was seventeen until today.” He confesses he’s fifty-seven. He said, “I read your book The Law and The Promise. I saw where a lady who was injured at a very tender age went back in time and replayed it where she was not injured. So I went back and saw my toenail as it was before it was injured. I did it every night for only three nights, and then in a couple of days after I stopped it I noticed a little yellowy goo around the nail, and then the nail came out, and a complete new nail came out, and for the first time in forty years I had a perfect big toenail.”790 ¶31