W. A. Bradfield went to California for a meeting. He always wrote many letters. A man living hundreds of miles away received a letter stating that Brother Bradfield would like to see him.
He drove to the town, checked in at a motel, went to the meeting. When he shook Brother Bradfield’s hand after service, he didn’t seem to recognize him.
He waited, then approached him again, saying, “I received a letter from you.”
Bradfield: “I write hundreds of them, Brother. I write hundreds of them.”