One time on MFT our team had come up five dollars short of our goal for a 40-day condition. As the captain, I decided to go out and make the last five dollars to achieve the goal. It was 4 a.m. and no businesses were open, but I got out of the van confident I could sell two more boxes of candy. I found an open manhole and heard some clinking sounds under the street beneath a hospital. A man was working on the pipes. I surprised him and he bought two boxes. As I climbed up out of the manhole and headed back to the van where everyone was already sleeping, I could feel the presence of heaven.
From 40 Years in America, p. 246.