During the last week we’ve been running ourselves ragged trying to get the young people to the youth conference in Recife this weekend. Pedro Maia let us know Sunday that his kombi was not available. Aldo planned to take his car. The rest have to go by bus. Paulo Santos gave permission to use his kombi if somebody would drive it. The last time he went to Recife it broke down eight times on the way.
We went to tell Aldo the good news. He asked, “Who’s going to drive it?”
We answered, “You are.”
His reply was quick, “Oh, no I’m not.” He assured us that he could not be paid enough to drive that machine. That was last night.
We finally decided to send seven kids by bus and seven with Aldo, with the elders footing the bill for those going by bus. This morning Elder Blackham and I went to buy the bus tickets. All busses were full except for a 2:30 bus that had seven spaces left. That was fortunate. We rounded up the seven who were going and sent them off. I started to breath easier.
Tonight as we dropped by Aldo’s, we learned that Aldo had been in a head-on collision this afternoon. There is no way he should even be alive, but he just had a small cut on his forehead and a hurt leg. The car was smashed pretty good, meaning those going to Recife with him aren’t. Oh, the sadness of it all!
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