At a time of deep depession many years ago, I was walking in downtown Stamford, where I was living. Suddenly I heard the voice of a little girl singing. I looked up and there she was, skipping down the sidewalk singing "A mighty fortress is our God." I caught my breath, and turned around to see where she was, as she had just skipped past me. There was no one on the street.

A few weeks later, I was walking down that same street and when I came to the spot where I'd seen the young girl, I thought about her. At that moment, the carillon tower in the church up the street suddenly started playing A Mighty Fortress Is Our God.

Jerry