I often look back and ask myself the
question, "Did I miss my vocation?" And then there comes a voice, which
I recognize as God's, saying, "You had to go through all this in order
to help others with the same temptations and the same sins," and I say,
"Amen."
After getting the clothes I went back to the building where I
worked--No. 9 Exchange Place, Jersey City--and found the door locked. I
waited around for a while, for I thought my employer wanted his clothes
or he would not have sent me for them. Finally I got tired of waiting,
and after trying the door once more and finding it still locked, I said
to myself, "I'll just put these clothes in the furniture store next door
and I'll get them to-morrow morning." I left them and told the man I
would call for them in the morning, and started for home.
I was in bed dreaming of Indians and other things, when mother wakened
me, shouting, "Where's the man's clothes?" I couldn't make out at first
what all the racket was about. Then I heard men's voices talking in the
yard, and recognized Mr. M., my Sunday-school teacher, and my employer,
the man that was going to make a great engineer out of me.
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