The Value of Expectancy

A college student, on her way home for the Christmas season, ran into blizzard conditions as her train neared her destination. She was accompanied by a classmate invited to spend the Christmas holidays at her home. Gale winds had piled snowdrifts high. Telephone poles were down. Stalled automobiles dotted the deep white highways.

It had been planned that the student's father would meet them at the station for the drive home, a distance of about eight miles. The friend expressed concern that the father might not be able to reach the station, that the two might have to stay in a dark and freezing depot all night. "Don't worry," said the daughter. "He'll be there."

Now Is My Moment
April 15, 1972

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