In San Francisco a few years ago this lady rose in the audience and she said, “My brother has been sentenced to six months hard labor in the Army. I don’t know what he did, but something he did and he is sentenced. He tells me he is innocent.” I said, “I’m not asking you whether he is innocent or not, what do you want?” She said, “I want him set free.” I said, “Were I you…would he come to your place if he were free?” “Oh yes he would. That’s exactly where he would come.” Well, she went home and she simply imagined she heard the doorbell ringing downstairs and she imagined that it was her brother. She rushed down the stairs, flung open the door, and here is her brother standing a free man. She did that until it took on all the tones of reality; it seemed so natural to her. One week later while seated upstairs the doorbell rang and she rushed downstairs, threw the door open and there’s her brother. I asked no question as to how, but he was discharged. Who brought this action or who discharged him I don’t know, but he was not running away from that prison. If they simply heard the case over again and found that they had faulted, I do not know. I only know she rose the following Sunday in my audience in San Francisco and told that story. In one week he was out and just as she had imagined.798 ¶6