From my previous experience as a
missionary and from warnings we received from our current mission president, I
know their can be danger here in Mexico. Forty years ago when I drove the roads
as an assistant, we were told to never stop in the country. In proof of that
point, as young missionaries we helped an elderly couple who had done just that
and the had ended up in the hospital in our town, having been attacked and
robbed of everything when they stopped along side a country road. Now as more
elderly missionaries we’ve been told to be careful because many suppose that we
have a lot of money.
As a young missionary forty years ago,
I always felt the Lord’s protection where ever I went. In two years, even
though I had walked many dark streets and alleys, I never had any problems.
Friday after a very spiritual
discussion with Roberto at the chapel near his home, we started back along a
very dark country road. Suddenly two bicyclists riding without lights appeared
along the side of the road, as I swerved to miss them I hit a very deep pot
hole in the middle of the road. Immediately, my left front tire went flat and
we were forced to stop. There we were on
a dark country road in a strange new car… with a jack that I had never learned
how to use. Of course there was only one thing to do, there not being a AAA
down here or if there is I don’t know where it would be, I had to get out
change tire. It was no easy task, but Chrise stood by my side helping me to
figure out the equipment, loosen the bolts and change the tire. A number of
cars passed us, but I will have to say that I never felt fear or concern.
Though thoughts did cross my mind, they didn’t linger long. I knew with the
Lord’s protection everything would be all right, and it was.
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