In a meeting for worship in the early 1940s a young woman, fairly new to Friends, felt the irresistible urge to speak. She got to her feet, and as she spoke, she noticed a toddler standing on the bench in front of her, both hands on the back of the bench, gazing intently and solemnly up into her face. This image remained so powerfully with the young woman that half a century later, when our paths happened to cross again, she spoke of it.
That toddler was me. Shortly after this encounter, my family moved to a new meetingš
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