<TITLE>02. Par -</TITLE>L-2-6 And I remember, one time here we had a fellow working on the church. And the--and he was supposed to do it, just as a carpenter. And we didn't have much money, and he was going to put this interior in here. And somebody come along that wanted to work, and he didn't do it. And set around and claimed he worked a half hour, or something, and hurt his foot, and then he (just enough to bring suit against the church)--and sued us for ten thousand dollars. Well, we didn't have nothing. We didn't know nothing about it till they already got judgment. See? They sued the... The man, he didn't have insurance, and so, then it fell on us. We didn't have to pay.

L-3-1 And I never forget the night, setting right along back in there, that Roy went down in the pocket, an old (excuse me, Brother Roy)--old, ragged pocketbook, pulled out what checks he had from his slop hauling and things like that, said, "Well, Brother Bill, I'll put this on."
Little old Evelyna, his sister (She's probably setting around here somewhere now.), she said, "Brother Branham, my little old house is only worth three hundred dollars, but we'll just put that on it." See? That's genuine, real material if you talk to me. That's... In my book, that's real.
I remember then a little later from that, I'm on my first meeting out. I was in St. Louis in one of my first big meetings. And a telegram come in: "My little girl is laying at the point of death. Brother Slaughter. Come at once." I just walked over and started putting my clothes in the suitcase. That's all there was to it; I just couldn't turn him down, and here we come. I come home, walked into the room, the nurses down at the hospital, there at the Catholic hospital in New Albany, give up his little girl. And just as we walked in the room, the Lord Jesus healed her. There she was just...?... See? And like bread upon the water it'll return to you someday.

L-3-4 Off of my subject, but going back to the beginning. And I used to box. And there was a fellow named (here in the city, a poor fellow, drinks very bad now; one of his boys is on the police force) Smith, George Smith; they called him "Six-second" Smith. He went to training me for boxing when we had, 'fore the Golden Gloves started. We was out here at the government. And in that, why, he was the roughest person I ever seen. He'd just hit me, and I'd just go winding through the air. And I come back, and I said, "You don't have to be so rough about it." See? I said, "You just knock the breath out of me."
He said, "I tell you, Billy," said, "no matter how well-trained you are, and how much athletic experience you have, and how strong you are for your size, or anything like that," said, "a lick stops the blood when it hits like that." [Brother Branham demonstrates a punch--Ed.] And said, "You might hate me now, but when you get up there in the ring yourself," said, "you'll appreciate it." Said, "Your body builds up that to come back quick. If you get hit, then you'll just fall over; and you'll lay there and take a count. But if your body's built and can stand the licks," said, "then, when you hit it--a hard lick hits you," said, "then when you--you come back quick," said, "back to your feet again. Get knocked out of the ring, jump back in." (He'd just got through, knocked me plumb out of the ring.) So he said, "You have to just do that. You see?" And he liked to kill me. He was about thirty or forty pounds heavier than I was, and he could--he was a fighter; and I was just a student, so he was almost killing me. He said, "But you'll appreciate that when you get in the ring." I found out that was the truth.


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