That afternoon everyone met in the schoolhouse to hear Paul tell his story. He showed how he had cleared off the wings of the plane -- his eyes closed as though blind in the dark, his arms making the motion of a breast stroke to show how he had cleared the stuff away.

Pat remembered what Grandma Poulsen had seen when she was praying in the night: "He was escaping as though swimming." She got up and went round to hug Grandma Poulsen.

"Oh, Grandma," Pat whispered, "I do believe God let you in on what was happening as you prayed!"