When I went to Bethel back in 1937, my father, who learned that we received only a small allowance, worriedly asked, “Son, how will you survive in old age? ”
Kui mu isa sai teada, et me saame Beetelis vaid pisukest taskuraha, küsis ta 1937. aastal, mil ma Beetelisse läksin, murelikult: „Mu poeg, kuidas sa küll vanas eas hakkama saad? ”