I was visiting a Mrs. Turner on Indiana Street. Now, Indiana Street is only one block from Truman Street. Since the words “Turner” and “Truman” are a lot alike, I accidentally went to Truman Street instead of Indiana Street. I came to the right number, however, knocked on the door, and asked if Mrs. Turner were in.
“No,” she said, “My name is McDowell.”
I said, “This is Indiana Street, isn’t it?”
She said, “No, this is Truman Street,” and then I realized that I had the right number but the wrong street.
I turned to walk away when suddenly the Holy Spirit prompted me to witness to Mrs. McDowell. I told her my name and where I was from, and immediately she went into near-hysteria.