In 1972, when our True Parents came to England to see the European family, everybody came to London, and our True Father spoke to us until 4 a.m. The house was packed with members from all over. I felt a very deep love for True Parents. After the speech, members were sleeping everywhere. I was sleeping on the stairway, and I wanted to write a letter to True Parents, but it was dark, so I wrote a letter to True Parents in my prayers.
Father had just announced that he would go to France in a few days, so I got up at 5 a.m. to go to Paris ahead of True Parents and prepare for their coming. Everybody was asleep, even the kitchen people. When I left the house, the window opened and True Father said "Barbara, where are you going?" I said "Father, I have to prepare Paris because you are coming." He replied "Oh, that's fine then, I don't have to worry." I was so overwhelmed not only was True Father still awake when everyone else was sleeping, but he knew my name. I was so flustered with emotion that I hit my head on the car door. I was so deeply moved, and I promised God to always be faithful to True Parents.
From Tribute, pp. 354-55.