In Norway once an American traveler had taken a berth on a night train. He complained when he found he had been given an upper berth on the sleeper; he thought he should have been given a lower.
But the man who had the lower berth, though a complete stranger said, “I’ll change with you. You take my lower berth.” The American accepted.
In the morning the traveler cheerfully greeted the American. He was glad to meet him. “And I hope,” he said, “you will remember Prince Bernadotte! I am on my way to carry the gospel to the ‘Laplanders’ —who live in the land of the reindeer.”
The American blushed, for he was ashamed when he found so distinguished a stranger had taken such a humble place for his sake.
ML-10/24/1976