I have a little boy in New York City who bears my name. He’s now about thirteen. Before he was born, I had this vision. This lad stood before me and I felt I was his father. His name was Neville Mark; he was about four. We talked and I said, “When are you coming?” He said, “On the 10th of November”…this is now September. So the next morning I said to my wife, “You know, a little boy is coming to us on the 10th of November.” Well, she said, “I believe in miracles and I believe in you and all the things you talk about, but, really, this is impossible, for I’m not pregnant.” I said, “Well, he’s coming on the 10th.” A friend of mine, who was pregnant, expecting her baby in December—and she wanted a little girl, because she had a little boy. And I said, “Well now, when this child comes”—she could not conceive of a boy, it has to be a girl—I said, “Alright, should it be a boy and should the boy come on the 10th of November, his name is Neville Mark.” But, she knew the child wouldn’t come until December and late December. Well, she was rushed to the hospital on the 10th of November and little Neville Mark came. So she named him Neville Mark.876 ¶5