Probably the most dramatic experience I ever had on MFT was around the year 1982. I was working in Houston, Texas under Commander Tsujimura. During my first year I had pushed my body very hard, even though I had rheumatoid arthritis. I ended up working in a wheelchair for the next year. At some point, I just physically couldn’t keep up with the tough schedule even though I had been off and on, on challenge teams.
My body felt like it just broke down. I worked half days, or only the nights on the weekends. I repented deeply every day that I couldn’t work harder. That desire burned inside of me. I was so sorry to God that I wasn’t more useful for Him. Anyway, one Friday night I went first to sit outside of a very classy restaurant, and I did surprisingly well. After that I went to my usual weekend nightclub restaurant, a place that I liked and where I was known to the owners and security guard. I believe the place was called "Harlowe’s." Early on, a cowboy came up and started talking intensely to me; I don’t think he was really making sense. Then all of a sudden he pulled out his wallet and (one at a time) handed me four hundred- dollar bills. I offered him my bucket of flowers, but all he wanted was one rose. Imagine that. The power of God’s presence was electrifying.
From 40 years in America, p. 243.