Dear Diary.
Tuesday morning 4am we pop out of bed. It’s hit the road for St. Quentin, Valenciennes and interviews. We worked Monday for 10-1/2 hours, wild day. Tonight taught Terrien a 2nd. Carried a gas bottle (for bbq) halfway around town. 2:00 we took a call back with an atheist doctor. Student. Good meeting. Wanted “proof that God lives”. Gave him B of M. Tracted out another fine lady but as usual we didn’t have another Book. Came back for 1/2 of dinner and raced (Christiansen and I) back out to Pegionner (suburb) to take a C.B. (call back)- “a good one” they said, on bikes. Got Xed because they gave us the wrong number. The other elders picked it up. Someone stole a borrowed flannel board. What a bite. Went out to 1st lesson with Forbras. OK. Raced back at 2 minutes to 9:00 to catch a train at 9:10—haul balls—as fast as we could back to the house on bikes, high gear. Busted our guts out doing it. Running red lights. Made the trip in 6 minutes flat and came reving up through the park. The other Brethren waiting with packed suitcase. We throw our bikes in the house, run down to the station. Two minutes to spare and running up to the ticket window. We found out that the train we wanted to catch didn’t run except for Sundays and holidays. Oh boy. On the road back up the either two Juniors tell us about their wild escapades. Junior Companions fend off would-be Muggers.
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