Our missionaries pay attention. As drove through San Lorenzo, down a steep hill, we saw a man on crutches struggling up the hill. He had only one leg. He was truly struggling. I watched through the rear view mirror as the man crumpled to the ground and slumped in the gutter. He was not drunk. It was very hot and humid and he just couldn't go any further. Elders Ricks (El Dorado Hills, CA) and Collins (Centerville, UT), the assistants, were in the van with us. They were watching out the back window. Before I could stop the van and say, "We need to help him," they were out and running back up the hill. I got turned around and the pictures show what we saw.



They carried him, piggy-back, up to the top of the hill and about a quarter of a mile down a side street to his home. Elder Collins carried him in. The elders reported that they walked into the house carrying the man. There were 3 or 4 adults sitting around watching soccer on TV and eating. They just looked at the missionaries. Here were two young white guys helping a handicapped non-white guy, one carrying his crutches and the other carrying the man on his back. Unbelievable to them, I am sure. The missionaries took the man to his room and lay him on his bed. He wept as he thanked them. They walked out, picking their way through the family members who said nothing, but stared apparently amazed.