While he was a missionary in Africa in 1968, William Pruitt had an unusual experience. After a long, exhausting day he returned to a little hideaway house he'd built years before. He was exhausted when he reached the house and turned in for a good night's sleep.

The next morning he awoke and "thanked God for another day of life." He prayed that God would watch over him. Then he checked a small engine he had in the storage room. He hadn't been to the hideaway for some time and wanted to see if the engine was still there. In a corner of the storage room he saw something that looked like rope. It was black and coiled into a circle as though very carefully placed there. "I don't remember having a rope like that," he thought to himself. The next thing he knew he felt a spray of liquid on his f…