Doctor was a very intense person and when things started going wrong, the Ministry started drifting off course, I perhaps was the first to hear about it I often took the brunt of his frustrations so that he could maintain his emotional balance toward others as he taught them. I knew intimately his great strengths, his desires, but also his weaknesses. Often questions were in my heart about things that I saw or heard. Through it all I tried my very best to remain loyal and loving, succeeding when I did often by sheer determination and renewed-mind commitment alone. Emotionally it was a very taxing time. In fact Howard, who had also lived with Dr. Wierwille and knew him inside and out, said during those meetings that Doctor was much harder to live with through the years that I lived with him than he had been when Howard had lived with him. Howard also said he didn't know if he could have done it.

No man except Christ is perfect, only God and His Word are. All men have weaknesses. I had both the privilege and pressure of living with Dr. Wierwille through times that were very trying for him, times that brought out his tremendous strengths and showed up his weaknesses as well. Living with Dr. Wierwi1le, even though I was often hurt, was still the education of a lifetime in seeing how he loved God, His Word and people. I am truly thankful to him for having trusted me to see both his best and worst and to the Father for having made it available and for adding understanding where I fell so short so often.

I do not think I ever really realized when it had occurred, and for quite a while that it had occurred, but my relationship with Dr. Wierwille had changed from being an aide and a willing target for his frustrations to being a trusted confidant I do not believe I have ever knowingly betrayed the confidence of his intimacy, either spoken, implied or simply expected.

During those meetings I was told that as long as Doctor was alive he could go on with doing things his way but that when he died his way of leadership would die with him. Don told me point-blank that Doctor's way of leading had been all right when the Ministry was small but that it would no longer work. He told me that Craig and I were the two whom he and Howard worried the most about, they did not want us to continue leading like Dr. Wierwille had. (I believe that because I had been often hurt by Doctor, and they knew it, they felt I would welcome this. I did nod and "agree", but I was stunned.) He told me point-blank that he and Howard were working on Craig to "understand". He being President they could not order, but that they wanted it to be abundantly clear to me that as far as they were concerned I was not going to continue to lead as Doctor had.

Don also said something to me that at the time troubled me, but never so much as after Doctor had started talking to me about the state of affairs of the Ministry and what he felt were the causes. He said (regarding my leaving the employ of the Ministry), "You are a great administrator and we don't want to lose you." At the time I had never considered myself as an administrator; I never had really considered what one was. I wanted to be a believer, a leader, a spiritual man, but had given no thought to being an administrator. It bothered me at the time that what I wanted to be recognized for had not even been mentioned and that what I had never considered being was what I was considered as. It did send me to the Word looking over the following weeks and months. As Doctor had spoken to me I saw the mold that I had been slated for.

I was also told that Doctor was out of the decision-making process. Perhaps I left myself open for that one. I told Don and Howard that I had talked over a lot off the things previously outlined with Doctor and that he had never given me the answers I felt I needed. That was when Don told me that they were keeping his dad out off the decision-making processes. Don made it sound like he was no longer mentally capable and they were in essence humoring him. Even though he had not answered me on the specific points raised, I had not felt that Dr. Wierwille was mentally weak or incompetent. He had been sharp and clear on everything else during his visits.

Don also told me that he and Howard no longer wanted me talking to Dr. Wierwille about things of the Ministry. He said that they were trying to convince Craig of the same. He and Howard did not want Doctor getting involved in situations except through them. I was not to report anything to Dr. Wierwille but was to come directly to either Don or Howard. They did not even mention Craig. The bottom line was: "You report to me or Howard. We don't want Dr. Wierwille involved in making decisions that we have to live with. We are your Board of Trustees [again without Craig]." That they were Trustees I did not question. Knowing that Dr. Wierwille was still sound of mind I could not justify the actions and attitudes I saw, even with the most basic parts of what I knew of God's Word.

Philippians 4:9: Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you. I Corinthians 4:15 and 16: For though ye have ten thousand instructors in Christ, yet have ye not many fathers: for in Christ Jesus I have begotten you through the gospel. Wherefore I beseech you, be ye followers of me. I Corinthians 11:1: Be ye followers of me, even as I also am of Christ. These were some of the basic New Testament scriptures that came quickly to my mind. I knew of no Old Testament documentation for the actions taken either.

By the time that Don and Howard left I felt surer than ever that the Ministry was in dire straits. It is not possible to put, as the Word calls him, "our father in the Word" on a shelf and tell people, "There he is!" and yet not heed his spiritual counsel. The things that I saw and heard convinced me more and more that this was what was going on. I saw also how basic things that the Ministry had been founded on were being changed. I felt. and still feel, that if there was anyone who had been hurt by Dr. Wierwille and should want to change things it should be me. I had lived with him through what must have been some of the toughest times in his life and had seen him at high points and at low ones. Though I had not been aware at the time of all that Doctor was seeing, I had watched him as he began to become aware of and deal with what he had, in the end, come all the way to Scotland to discuss with me.

The outcome of the meetings which I had with Howard and Don was equally disquieting. I never really knew what the report given of the meetings was, but from things that have come out since then, I believe it was put off as a communication problem with the great majority again buried from a true solution. Vince was even sent to come and talk things over with me with no prior indication given to him of what had happened. When he and I talked, and we talked at great length once we finally got down to the matter, he acknowledged the facts as they stood. He was really in desperation himself. He felt that he had been forced into a box or mold and he admitted feeling the same frustrations. In a very great way his heart was burdened when he began to see what had happened.

I must admit that what surprised me the most about Dr. Wierwille coming and talking to me in Scotland at this time was that I had been right. It seemed that I just could not be right; this could not be happening. I knew from what I personally had seen and heard that I had been convinced. I had hoped against hope that I had been wrong and would have much rather preferred Dr. Wierwille coming to strongly reprove me for even having harbored such thoughts. That Dr. Wierwille would come all the way to confirm to me what I had seen and then to take me further was overwhelming.

Doctor indicated that he had hoped that I could get clear in one and one-half months or two, but said that after seeing the situations here and getting his head back into Europe he felt it would take more like five or ten years to do an honest job spiritually and to train and establish qualified leadership at every level of the Ministry that would require it.

He said that he knew about all these situations in the Ministry and the underlying causes and that knowing and not knowing how to do anything about it was the reason that he was dying. He told me that he either had to compromise or step out of the fight. Then he said that now that he talked with me he would tell Mrs. Wierwille that they should leave so that they would not get in the way, because there was so much to do here and all he had come for was to talk to me about these things.

I asked him if he was going to die in the next day or so, and he said no, not yet. I asked him if he needed to see Dr. Winegarner. He again said no. I asked him if he was uncomfortable here. He said no. I told him that we would he very blessed and not at all put out if he wanted to stay and he with us. We agreed he would stay until he felt that he "had to go home" so that he would not fall asleep away from home or to he able to get help if he needed it.

Then I took him upstairs. The reason that he had not wanted to go upstairs for coffee originally was that his original intent had been to go back out for a drive, but now he wanted to go back to bed and rest. On the way up the stairs he started to talk more about the situations that were on his heart. Before he started talking he checked to make sure that the Corps were at dinner. He did not miss one detail.

"I think my greatest regret is the Advanced Class. I never did a good job of teaching it on film. Now it is up to one of you to get it done; I won't be here to do it. Son, if you ever get to Headquarters there is almost no one left that you can trust. I trusted Bob Winegarner and got so let down. It seems that each time it got worse.

"You know, the live PFAL class at Gunnison was terrible for me. I should have known not to trust him, and it almost killed me. I regret being talked into doing it at all. It was a great idea, but with all this other stuff on my heart and then the same problems with Bob as all the other times, well.... I did such a bad piece of work. I wish I could undo it. The worst, though, is the Advanced Class. Now I will never get it done. See, he could have stayed sharp and developed, too. He was a good man but he didn't stand either, he knuckled under."

We stopped at the head of the stairs so that he could rest. He got tired just going up a set of stairs. It was sometimes difficult for me to remember that a man as tired as he was could be so sharp mentally and spiritually -- and vice versa. He often had astonished me with his sharpness over the years, but here he was dying, and he was sharper on details and observations than I could ever remember him, with the exception of one time at LEAD in New Mexico. He was pouring every ounce of his being into each action. I could see it taking its toll, but he was relentless.

As we went down the hallway towards the Suite he again changed the topic of the conversation. "Don has been after me to explain to him and others what I had in my heart for the Continental Outreach Centers I had talked about. They haven't believed anything I have told them lately so I saw no reason to try to explain all that to them. And here we are. What you are doing here is what I saw so many years ago. You really are Headquarters for Europe. In many ways this is more like a Continental Outreach Centre than a Root Location.

"I think it has been one of the most exciting things I have seen for years to be here with you these days. You know, there isn't another man in our Ministry who could have done for Europe what you have done. I think I could have done it fifteen years ago. I have watched you; you put more work into this, and it requires knowledge of so many aspects that I don't know of anyone else who would or could do it. It would do some of our other men a world of good to get out from behind their desks and come, look and be a part of it. But they won't. And if they did they wouldn't see it anyway. Son, our days are dark ones.

"You know, I used to work like this at Headquarters. I have spent days doing what you are doing here -- from painting to gardening. Today the same Headquarters that I worked so hard for and bled out my life for, the one that we gave to the Ministry, has only a handful of people that are spiritually trustworthy. Most have been turned. Today it harbors more hypocrites than believers. There are only a handful left, and very few of them are in top positions. Most of the ones you could trust are malcontents, troublemakers, the ones who don't fit in. I would say that there is almost no one at the top levels that you could really trust."

By that time we were in the Suite, and he was getting ready to lie down. That afternoon we talked again, though now it was evident that he was much more tired, but he seemed more relaxed, less burdened. We talked about the history of the area mostly. About this point we got our hands on a book, Don Roberto, that I had not read, which told about the family of the Cunningham-Grahams who had been the original family of Gartmore House before it was sold to Cayzer in the early 1900s.

From the point following our previous talks his eating got less and less. I was making most of his meals for him specially as he requested them, and mostly they were soup. From this point on he physically went downhill very quickly.

That afternoon after he had rested again he told me how, in the depths of his soul, he was disappointed with the Corps in South America. He had talked with the entire Corps at Gartmore about the locations there and how he was blessed that we could hold forth the Word and train Corps there. Privately he confessed that he felt that it was a blight on the Ministry to open its first set of training locations outside the U.S.A. and compromise a vital portion of the programme from the very first. He used the phrase, "It shows our commitment to compromise."

I knew that when the memo had come out explaining how things would work it implied his endorsement, and I asked him about it. He told me that by the time the whole idea had reached him it was pretty well developed. He said that he started to ask questions about things that he felt were wrong and all he got were "more facts slapped in my face." He said that by then he pretty well felt that it was useless to fight any more, so he told them to "do what you want to do". By the time this occurred he was looking and waiting for an open door to try to correct what he saw as the roots of the problems. He felt, as we spoke, that it had been a grave error to compromise at the very outset.

That evening the Corps was meeting and eating in Twigs, so neither he nor I had to be involved with the Corps programme. Towards the latter part of the afternoon he had me bring over the video of his teaching, "The Hope", which had just arrived in the mail. He and Mrs. Wierwille and I sat and watched the video in the office room of the Suite. We watched the entire production up until the beginning of the teaching and then once it began he had me fast forward it. He was looking for a specific spot in the teaching and it proved to be further in than he had realized. When he at last spotted the area it was in, we had gone too far and had to back up a bit. The part that he was looking for began, "I have never, and I will never, put myself in the shoes of the Biblical apostles." It went on to cover II Peter 1:12ff. and II Timothy 4:lff. As we sat and listened, he passed me a note which he had written. Despite years of reading his handwriting the writing was too unclear for me to read, and I puzzled over it. I could not read it, try as I might, and when I looked up at him there were tears streaming down his face. With the tears in his eyes he probably could not have seen clearly enough to write well.

He said to Mrs. Wierwille, "Mother, leave us, please." She went out and went for a walk with Juanita Carey. He then asked me, "Can you read it?" I responded, "No, sir, I can't."

He took it back from me and had me reverse the tape to the same spot again. As we relistened to it he read me the note: "You and I are the only two who believe what I am saying. Others know but -- -- " And then he cried. After a while he took a breath. "I told them, and they did not believe me. More facts. Well, there5 I said it publicly. When I am dead then maybe they will believe me. I was faithful, son. I tried."

We watched some more of the video and then, to change the tone, he decided a John Wayne film would probably be in order so we got Barbara and the girls to come up and Mrs. Wierwille joined us when she came back. After a rather heavy day we ended on a nice light note.

The next day I had to concentrate on getting things readied for the guests who were coming during the weekend. The morning was spent in planning and organization with the Corps. Doctor and I visited a little, but there was not a lot of time. Later that afternoon I cooked a curry and made chapattis for everyone, but I did it especially with the Wierwilles in mind. It was something that I had planned a long time in advance, because I knew that Doctor loved curry. I had built it up with the Corps before the Wierwilles arrived, and even though Doctor was not in the best form he lovingly came down and had some with us.

After the meal we went right up to the Victory Room. Doctor showed two films to the Corps, and in between the films we had a short discussion about some of the times that Barbara and I had spent with him.

Doctor was tired and did not want to stay through the second movie, so we went back up to the Suite. On the way back up he made a comment to me as we again rested at the top of the stairs. In essence it was the same comment that he had made to me a number of years earlier, only with the time frame being different, "Son, if I had had you with me I think I could have gone on living." He had said to me one day as we drove along in the coach: "Son, if you could stay with me I think I could live. Without you I'm not sure I'll live more than five years." At the time that he said that, everything was set for our going to Europe, we were leaving in just a matter of weeks.

I knew that a change in situations could bring about a change in revelation, and on the day that he said that to me the first time, situations were changing quite radically. Doctor had prepared and read a piece on gambling at Headquarters. At the time Don, Howard and a number of Staff members had been involved in a regularly occurring game of "Hearts", a kind of card-game, played for only a penny a point. I remember Doctor reading the piece to the Corps and Staff at Headquarters, though I do not recall the exact date.

Later that afternoon I was in Howard's office on other business when he brought up the topic of the piece which Doctor had read. He told me that despite what Doctor had said he was going to go on playing "Hearts". He and Don had agreed; they were going to keep on playing. That night they did play "Hearts" and so did a number of the others who regularly played with them.

By the time I came in the next morning Doctor had decided to make an unscheduled trip in the coach. He rode up in the front as we left International Headquarters, and it was as we approached New Knoxville that he looked at me and said, as he got up to go to the back stateroom, "If I look like a man who has just lost his only friend, it is because I just have." He stayed standing in the passageway a moment "When it comes to the Ministry and the Word I just have no friends. Every day is a day of decision for every man, no matter how high he rises or how low he sinks." That was when he said to me: "Son, if you could stay with me I think I could live. Without you I'm not sure I'll live more than five years."

He saw Howard's willful decision to choose Don's viewpoint over that of God's Word as a parting of the ways. Despite the small sums, the cost was great. Yet, later that autumn Doctor again offered Howard the opportunity to change his mind.

While deer hunting in southern Ohio, Howard was invited to join members of his family in a poker game. It was a long-standing family tradition which had grown to include other friends and acquaintances who had joined the hunt. Before Howard went, Doctor said to him something in the essence of, "You don't need to play cards, you could just go for the fellowship." Howard's reply was along the lines of referring to the value of the game, how it was for low values only. Doctor's comment was, "That's not the point." Howard did go play poker that night; Doctor said very little and went to bed early.

I remember that his remark about my staying with him hit my heart fairly hard. I personally saw no way, and yet I felt the burden of his words. He never actually asked me if I would stay on with him at that time; it was a remark made in passing, though I knew that it was heartfelt I considered it deeply at the time, but it was not until our journey from the Victory Room to the Suite that evening that he repeated, in essence, what he had said that day in the motor coach. We had spent many weeks together prior to my departure for Europe, and never once did he mention this again, but this must account for why he came so often to visit me in Europe and why he stayed so long on his visits.

There was less than three years' time that had elapsed between the first time that he spoke to me about this and that night as we went back towards the Suite.

Needless to say, I did not steep very well that night.

The next day Doctor was involved with other matters, and the only time that we really spent together was to preview videos for the evening. One that we watched was the opening of The Word Over The World Auditorium, and among others were the Mills Brothers. Doctor knew that there would be other Corps coming in off the field to be with us for the weekend, and we discussed what would be the best way to handle the evening. He was too tired to do more than a little bit with the Corps that evening, so we decided that I should go out and get pizza and beer. I made a quick trip into Stirling and got what was needed.

In the afternoon, after I was back, he took a break from his reading at one point when I came in and asked me, "What does Barbara think of my being here?"

I told him that she was blessed. He asked further, "Well, does it bother her that I don't feel well?" I assured him that she was concerned but that she was not crushed. If perhaps she seemed a little affected it might be because of having just had a baby. He asked, "Does she know that I am dying?" I responded that he had not told me that I could tell anyone else, and so I had not told her anything. I told him that I had told her that we had spent time talking but had not mentioned or come close to any of the things that we had discussed. He looked at me and the best way I know to describe the expression was that he had electric charges in his gaze as he said: "I knew you wouldn't -- I just knew it. Well, I suppose I had better tell her myself sometime soon." Then he said by way of dismissal, "Well, see you later, son."

The evening with the Corps went well. On the way from the Victory Room back to the Suite he brought up the topic of the opening of the Auditorium. Having watched the video that morning and then having talked about it with the Corps that evening it was fresh in his mind. "I remember at the opening that I sensed spiritually the need to cover for having opened with the national anthem, and that's why I covered for it right away in my opening comments. As far as I can remember, that is the first time that He has brought to my mind that need. I need to remember to tell the Trustees when I get home that we have to think more and more as an international Ministry and watch it carefully. Sitting here in another country today and then again tonight I see it so clearly."

That night after I had gotten him back to the Suite I went down and worked in the kitchen so that we would be ready to feed all the believers who would be with us the next day. All through Doctor's visit I still was the cook; it kept me busy.

Sunday was to be a work day. I had arranged that all the believers coming in would help clear the grounds closest to the house itself. The idea had come from Doctor in 1983 when he visited us in Europe. He had told me that once we got a property when we had big groups come in that they would get blessed to have work projects to do. I had planned this work day well in advance using the visit of the Wierwilles to key off. It had been my thinking at the time that if it was all arranged then Doctor could have been out with the believers. Of course, that was not possible in his current condition, but it did bless him in a unique way.

We put one of the leather armchairs by the window of the Suite so that he would be able to watch at least part of the proceedings. Up until that point he had been sitting at his desk mostly or else lying down to read in the bed. He so enjoyed the view from the window that he ended up sitting there hour after hour for the balance of the visit. He got especially blessed when the sun would shine in and he could sit with it falling across his body but shaded from his eyes, which is the way that particular window was situated.

The 10:30 fellowship was held in the main entrance hall which was packed to the edges. Mrs. Wierwille shared a little and then we read from the Bible. It was a sweet time of fellowship followed by a big meal. At the start of the fellowship, Doctor sent for Barbara to come to the Suite. That was the time that he had chosen to tell her that the forecast for his health was not good.

For the 5:00 service that evening I drove Doctor over in the car, a distance that is not much different from the walk between the Founder's home and the BRC at Headquarters. He gave his greetings and then sat in an easy chair in an adjoining room with Barbara. When the meeting was over I drove him hack to the house and we went upstairs. I met with the Corps shortly after that, and that ended the day for us all.

By this point the months of having to hold down so many positions and the previous months of work to secure a location were catching up with me and I was also feeling the lack of rest that I should have gotten at the Advanced Class. I had known that being with Doctor was always a demanding time but this time was proving more demanding than ever. Between the responsibilities of the campus and the Ministry in Europe, to addition to the extra care that Doctor was more and more requiring, along with the emotional and mental control required, I was getting very tired out. I had no way of knowing at the time that the most demanding times still lay ahead.

Monday had been designated as a "fun day" from early on in the visit We started at 10:00 in the Victory Room. Doctor had brought with him a copy of Gone with the Wind which we were going to show in two parts. We showed the first half in the morning and then gave everyone the afternoon off. That evening Doctor and I fried steaks for the Corps -- though by this time he was too weak to last long on his feet. We had a nice steak dinner and then went to watch the second part of the movie.

That night I said good-night to Doctor. The way things were planned I would not see him in the morning. I was off to go to Birmingham, England, to get some dog-training equipment for Doctor to take back to the U.S.A. with him. He had gotten interested in equipment made by a firm called `Turner Richards" and attempts to find their equipment, in the quantity that Doctor had wanted, proved to be of no use short of going to the factory. Besides, at the factory we could get a discount and see the full range of products. So, I was all set to go with one of the in-residence Corps going along for the ride.

As I was getting ready to leave at 5:15 in the morning, Mrs. Wierwille drew back the drapes of the bedroom in the Suite and motioned to me to come up. When I got there she was in her housecoat and Doctor was still in the bed. Mrs. Wierwille told us she had been up half the night and that Father had shown her what the problem was with Doctor and she wanted to pray for him. His response was an almost predictable, "Oh, Mother, please." He gave me a wink with his left eye, which she could not see from where she was sitting, and then she proceeded to pray for him. Then she asked if anyone else wanted to pray. To try to keep things smooth I prayed, thanking God for His Word and for all His blessings and for having allowed us to be born in a day when it was even available to own a Bible and so on. We said our goodbyes and then I left for Birmingham.

I got back that afternoon having gotten what we were after. Doctor and I went through the equipment and talked about it all, but something was different about him. To this day I do not know what happened while I was gone but his attitude was changed. If anything, he seemed deeper and more concerned spiritually. I do not know if it was the morning prayer meeting, if something else happened during the course of the day, or if it was something that Father showed him. I do believe that by the time I got back he knew in himself, or had decided, that his time was very short. Evidences that he knew the brevity of time left followed quickly and consistently from this point onwards. His conversations about the Ministry were not in the vein of "some day this will happen"; there was a noticeable shift, an urgency not of the indefinite future hut in terms of days, that carried throughout his actions and words with a marked intensity.

After we had looked at the dog equipment Doctor asked if I would like to take him for a drive. I told him I was all warmed up. He made a comment about the dog equipment which took me back. He wanted to load up one of the dummy launchers and try it out when we went out for our drive. He said, "I might as well try it today, because I'll never get an opportunity to use it once I get back to Headquarters." He had me thinking.

We did try the launcher on the way out for our drive. Dr. and Mrs. Wierwille and Barbara and I went out for a drive in the mountains all the way up to Loch Lomond. Then on returning he wanted to drive past a point that had beer. mentioned in the book Don Roberto. After we saw it from one side he wanted to get another view. This had taken us a greater distance away from the house than he had realized and had put us on a very small road. The first indication that things were not well was when he tapped me on the hand with his finger and pointed ahead indicating to me to go ahead faster. This was not too well received in the back seat but I obeyed him. Then he said, under his breath at first, "Get me home, son." And then, aloud, "I need to go home." It took some time as we had worked our way further and further away from the house. When we did get home he was so weak that I had to support him going up the stairs. It amounted more to carrying than helping.

As he got into bed he commented: "That was close. I didn't think I was going to make it back here."

The next morning Doctor spoke to me about changing his flight reservations so that he could go home earlier than planned. After I checked the flight book and called the airlines I got back to him with the information concerning flights. After we considered all the possibilities he decided to leave on the following Monday, 13 May. I made the reservations and at the same time I made one for myself. I had not told him yet, but I felt that it would be best if I went along and then turned around and came back, if all was OK once he got to the States.

The majority of his day was spent in preparing for his teaching to The Way Corps that night for Corps Night. He rested and ate on a schedule that would let him be as ready as possible for the evening.

His teaching was on Acts chapters 1 and 2. He taught the first live Corps night at our campus and his last for the world, and just like every time that he taught he put his "all" into it. His "all" might have been less at that point but it was still his "all".

On Thursday morning we talked through his travel arrangements and requirements and then began to think through the weekend. We had scheduled a Country coordinators meeting on the weekend and were supposed to have been having assignments starting on the Monday morning. Dr. Wierwille decided that rather than change planes in Boston, where his transatlantic flight ended, he would prefer to have his motor coach meet him at the airport. He was still thinking things through and had not made any final decisions in his mind, but I felt that it would be best to let someone at Headquarters know which way the wind was about to blow.

I talked to Don and told him that Doctor was thinking of coming home early and told him what it looked like in terms of planning. At first he sounded pretty surprised and asked what was going on. I told him that his dad was getting weaker and weaker, and that he felt that he wanted to get home sooner. Don said that Dr. Winegarner had given him a much longer period of time to live than two or three weeks. He told me that Doctor had tried to tell the Board of Trustees that he was worse off than Dr. Winegarner had indicated, but they did not feel that it was true. He also told me that Doctor had told J.P. and Sara that he would die soon, and Don indicated that in doing so Doctor had tried to scare them. He told me not to get too concerned about it but to see if I could try to talk Doctor into living. I told him that his dad had gone pretty far downhill since he had gotten here. In a sense I was trying to get things ready at the other end for Doctor so that he could have as easy a time as possible when he got home.

Don told me something on that phone call that I had not known. I was slated to go on the Bible Lands Tour as Doctors aide. He told me to try talking to Doctor about the Bible Lands Tour and see if that would give him something to look forward to. I felt reluctant to do it and told Don that I had not talked over with Doctor that I was calling to talk to Don. I did not want Doctor to think that I was going behind his back, but having driven for him, I knew that he was likely to call Headquarters a few hours before the coach would have to leave and order it to Boston. I did not want for him to find out it was in the shop for service or something similar and then be stranded in Boston with him in the condition that he was in. We talked through how to bring up the subject and left it at that.