G O D I N A G O D F O R S A K E N L A N D 27 sunk coal mines. There were others on the train traveling to Col- linsville to work as well. I met Hans, who was also from Ger- many, on the final connection. The sound of German was good to my ears as we spoke. “What is your job in the mine, Hans?” I asked. “I will work the deep coal seams as a laborer. The pay is good, and I will get a raise in pay after just six months of work.” I told him I wasn’t sure of my exact job, but it was a laboring job as well. I began to wonder about my job, and realized it would be very menial and the work would not be very different from my work in my father’s factory. Yet, I rejoiced at the prospect of work and earning my first pay in America. I traveled without knowing exactly where I was headed. I had completed one cross- ing and was now crossing half a continent. I had learned that, for some, the crossing can be lethal. I was drawn onward by some unknown force, and there was God.