Getting to Know the Neighborhood

This morning Carol and I left at 8:30 a.m., all dressed up, and drove to the Manasota Beach Congregation's Kingdom Hall ten miles away to a Field Service arrangement. We didn't go to one at the Hall we visited Sunday because we were told the midweek arrangements were less supported due to many in the congregation being elderly.

So we showed up at this hall knowing not a soul and were made to feel like part of the family right away. The arrangement was much more animated that what I'm used to. One thing Americans have mastered is the art of speaking up. They all certainly did so during the arrangement. They also seemed charged up to go set people straight in the neighborhood too.

Carol and I spent enough time at our first call to let the others in our van group of six finish both sides of the street. I could get used to witnessing to Floridians very easily.

The above photo is of our van group after we got back to the hall. Yes, I was the lone brother. The sister with the red belt drove the van. That's her mother to the left of her. The sister on the far right was visiting from another part of Florida. The sister far left is a pioneer who has helped many persons into the truth.

It really is very impressive that two strangers like us can show up at a hall a thousand five hundred miles away in a different country, where not a soul has ever seen us before, and be treated like long lost friends.

Following service it was back to the beach. The surf was up today. Much bigger swells crashing onto the beach. Nathan got used to it but at first he was cautious, as the video illustrates.