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. So she found herself in the environment or the neighborhood of a friend she had not seen or contacted in a year. She 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, Jan, you can have it! You can have it!” She said, “Alright, alright, 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, stopping along the way at the Hilton hotels in the Near East, and, Egypt is part of the set up. 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 had 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 accepted one person, not a group, not a family. So that was what the friend said to her she would give her. Jan said, “Alright, I’ll take it!” and then called me up to tell me the story, delayed, seemingly, seven years. She still now has the ticket if she wants it to the Near East, where Egypt is included, and she goes first-class, all expenses paid, but 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 tried to explain it away. But it still, in its own good time, came to the surface.1108 ¶14