True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
About fifteen years ago, as I prepared for a big cider-pressing, I had to move the top-heavy hydraulic unit, and I foolishly failed to secure it to the forklift; it toppled over and a key pipe was broken. No one was on hand who knew anything about plumbing, and I foresaw that my own efforts to repair it would take all day. Then I recalled that the man who had helped me the previous year, and who had since died, had been an expert machinist, and had done some plumbing on that machine. With him in mind, I went about the task.
