...get in a car. These are the words I spoke to the missions class Friday morning in Lima. The next day I had a free afternoon, and a gap in the floor of the mission guest house was bugging me. The stairway landing was made of two big pieces of wood, that were not properly dried before they were installed. They shrunk, leaving a 12-mm gap to collect dirt. I didn't want to see any of our missionaries get her high-heels stuck in it (not that I can remember any our our missionaries wearing high-heels) and break a leg and call me in the middle of the night. So I took a combi (a small city van) to the carpenter to get a piece of wood. On the way, we were grazed by another combi in heavy traffic. They both stopped and appeared to calmly assess the situation as 'no blood, no foul' and we continued on. No harsh words. No raised voices. It became evident that our driver wasn't so content and he raced in front of the other and put on his brakes. The other driver pulled around us and both drivers took off, racing down the street until the other driver decided to try to drive us off of the road. Distracted, our driver didn't notice the bus ahead of his and didn't quite come to a stop before hitting it. I'm out of here. The other passengers demanded their fares (30¢) reimbursed. I was just thankful to not be hurt.
Pray for safety for every time we get into a car!
