A niece requested this story from the book, found on pages 196-197.
As a missionary in New York, sometimes you run across strange people. Once my companion and I were helping a family move their furniture. The family had little and relied on help transporting the furniture from others of the church. The only person who could help transport the furniture had an old beat-up van. He removed all but the front seats to make room. One trip we had several of those large office L-shaped desks jammed into the van. We then crammed in, on, around, and on top of those desks to fit in.
While on the road waiting for a signal, an old woman shuffled around to our driver and asked for a ride. Our driver said, “We have little room, and you probably do not want a ride from us.” The old woman insisted and shuffled back across the front of the van over to the passenger side of the van and proceeded to get in. By this time the light had turned green and the cars behind us were honking their horns. As she passed in front of the van, we decided to help her. I got out of the seat and squeezed on top of and in between the other guys already squashed around the desks. At this point another woman stepped in front of the van screaming that we were going to do something to the old woman and tried to get her out of the van. The driver said we didn’t want the old woman and if she could get her out that would be helpful. Screaming, the woman couldn’t get the old woman out and didn’t want us to leave with her in the van. Our driver said if she wanted, she could come along as well to make sure nothing happened to the old woman. At this point the screaming woman decided to leave, and we drove the old woman to her destination fortunately only a few blocks away.
To deliver thee from the strange woman, even from the stranger which flattereth with her words.
Proverbs 2:16
As a missionary in New York, sometimes you run across strange people. Once my companion and I were helping a family move their furniture. The family had little and relied on help transporting the furniture from others of the church. The only person who could help transport the furniture had an old beat-up van. He removed all but the front seats to make room. One trip we had several of those large office L-shaped desks jammed into the van. We then crammed in, on, around, and on top of those desks to fit in.
While on the road waiting for a signal, an old woman shuffled around to our driver and asked for a ride. Our driver said, “We have little room, and you probably do not want a ride from us.” The old woman insisted and shuffled back across the front of the van over to the passenger side of the van and proceeded to get in. By this time the light had turned green and the cars behind us were honking their horns. As she passed in front of the van, we decided to help her. I got out of the seat and squeezed on top of and in between the other guys already squashed around the desks. At this point another woman stepped in front of the van screaming that we were going to do something to the old woman and tried to get her out of the van. The driver said we didn’t want the old woman and if she could get her out that would be helpful. Screaming, the woman couldn’t get the old woman out and didn’t want us to leave with her in the van. Our driver said if she wanted, she could come along as well to make sure nothing happened to the old woman. At this point the screaming woman decided to leave, and we drove the old woman to her destination fortunately only a few blocks away.
To deliver thee from the strange woman, even from the stranger which flattereth with her words.
Proverbs 2:16