On November 1967, I requested a Visa for the US. It’s a long process but I was sure I would receive my Visa on time.

Because as a 12-year-old child I had tuberculosis, I had to see a special Doctor. I had to go through many tests, like X-rays. I passed all and was cleared for getting a Visa. Now, I just had to wait.

In the meantime, my Sponsor C. Butterfield wanted me to travel with him and his wife to the US. He gave me the date on which I had to be ready to travel. I had to be at the Frankfurt Airport on March 22,1968. I thought that I had a lot of time. I still lived in Hamburg and worked full-time as an intern in one of the largest churches in Germany. But New Year was coming around and there was no sign of my Visa.

I had learned that my sponsor and his wife would travel to Finland, Sweden and Norway for evangelistic meetings, then fly direct from Copenhagen to Frankfurt. February had passed and we already were in the month of March. Still, no sign of my Visa. I was told not to get my one-way ticket until I held my Visa in my hands. I was so sure of God’s plan that I bought my ticket as soon as I had the money.

The wait was over. On the 17th of March 1968, I received a notice from the Hamburg US Embassy that I was to pick up my Visa provided I had my sponsor’s signature. I nearly passed out. “My Sponsor!” I yelled out loud. My sponsor was still in Sweden. The college in the US was not able to send me a signature on time. At that moment, I saw everything I worked for go down the drain. This was Thursday. Friday would be the only time to pick up my ticket.

I still had to travel to my home in Velbert, 300 miles away and pack.

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