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It seemed I heard it thunder, and in the thunder I heard the word, "Go."<br />
My heart welled up with joy until it ran over, just as it would have if He had said "Stay."<br />
From that moment I realized anew the meaning of that hymn,<br />
Ready to go, ready to stay,<br />
Ready my place to fill;<br />
Ready for service, lowly or great,<br />
Ready to do His will.<br />
I kissed the children hurriedly and boarded the TWA. <strong>The</strong> next morning we landed at Le<br />
Bourget Air Field, Paris, the same air field where Lindbergh landed when he made his famous<br />
trans-Atlantic flight. Because of fog, we had not been able to come down at the regular D'or Field<br />
in Paris. People scattered. Everyone seemed to know where he was going. <strong>The</strong>re I was, alone, out<br />
there on that great air field, a makeshift airport.<br />
I thought, "Lord, what will I do? What will I do?"<br />
God marvelously helped me find a phone. I looked through the phone book and found a<br />
name that looked familiar. I did not know much French, only enough not to get lost and not to be<br />
afraid to be alone. I called this number, and a man answered. He said they had heard of me, that<br />
they had read the little booklet telling my life story in French, and that he and his wife would meet<br />
me soon at the air terminal. <strong>The</strong>y did, and procured a room for me in the Algerian section of the<br />
city of Paris -- a very poor section, but it was very near to them.<br />
Now, I am not a sightseer. I am more concerned about souls than sights. Upon my return<br />
home, many people said, "Did you go to the Louvre? Did you go to Notre Dame? Did you go here,<br />
there?" To all these questions I only said, "No." But I was thrilled to tell what I did experience.<br />
One morning early I was looking for a clean place to eat breakfast. (Paris is a very dirty<br />
city; the dust of the centuries has settled everywhere. And no one dares to touch that ancient dust,<br />
for the citizens are proud of it.) As I walked down the street, I saw a group of people with their<br />
heads together talking in a very animated fashion. As I passed them, I recognized that they were<br />
speaking my mother tongue, which is Hungarian -- the first language I ever knew to speak.<br />
As I neared these women and listened to their Hungarian speech, I was so thrilled that I<br />
stopped and listened. I did not mean to be eavesdropping. Indeed, I did not realize what I was<br />
doing until one of the women turned around and looked at me from head to foot several times. <strong>The</strong><br />
others all followed suit.<br />
I said to them in Hungarian, "O please, I'm sorry. I did not mean to be eavesdropping, but<br />
I'm a stranger here in France. I'm from America and I'm on my way to Israel. I heard you speaking<br />
Hungarian. My mother was born in Hungary, and it just made me feel homesick to hear you speak<br />
her language. But please don't mind."