"There was fresh air coming in through the window"

A recent letter from a man in Nigeria tells of being visited in the hospital by his best friend, who brought him a copy of the Sentinel. "When I was reading it," he writes, "there was fresh air coming in through the window. I felt very comfortable and slept over. When I woke up there was full of life and all the sickness has gone away. I was discharged and I go praise the living God."

The slightly fractured English lets a meaning come through that might not have made it in some immaculately "correct" articulation.

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