to stay there overnight, before our big OCG-seminar. However, till then the entire floor of the tennis hall (1,800 m²) was supposed to be covered with three layers: first with plastic foil, then with heavy wooden panels and at last with a PVC-layer. The hall-administrator just declined when he heard about how fast we would have to lay the floor and that we did not want to rent the stacker truck for that. He said, smiling at me: “Even with the stacker truck you will never make it before five hours as an untrained team, much less without a stacker truck – no chance!” I was standing in front of these meter-high, in total five pallets heavy as elephants which were stored in the adjacent hall and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead….. If we will not use the stacker truck, then the dear brothers and sisters will not have a wink of sleep after driving for hours and all that before a training day which will take at least eleven hours. Should I not just rent the stacker truck without further ado (extra cost of 300 francs)? But I just felt very clearly that I would destroy my father´s work in this way. For I only know the struggle for existence and faith from the books, when dad was standing on the street without money and his team had to take every step by faith. They could not spent 300 francs just like that, because they did not have the money. If I will not expect and challenge the LORD OF TRANSFORMATIONS now the same way, then we young ones will blow everything very shortly what has been built up in decades of struggle for existence by miracles. That is why I just told the hall-administrator by faith: “Do you already know that the new world is without money? We won´t touch the “ant”! (That is how the stacker truck was called.) WE are the ant!” The hall-administrator thought that I was funny – that was all. The second hall administrator didn’t even think I was funny; I think he hated me. He was grim towards me and was looking at me contemptuously. But now imagine, all 50
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