I even finished reading the YB tonight. I loved how the brother took the literature and wrapped it around a broom handle and started sweeping while the KGB was looking for a WT. They never even checked the broom. Cleanliness can be next to godliness.
In 1992, about ten people from our congregation in Lawton, Oklahoma, went to the International Convention in St. Petersburg. We packed their suitcases with Barbie dolls and Matchbox cars to hand out to host children. To make more fit in the luggage, we "deboxed" all the toys and I replaced all the Barbie shoes with boots, reasoning from my own childhood and my daughters that two little shoes were much more likely to be lost than two boots, and there was no Target to get replacement shoes over there. I was looking at the photo in the YB wishing I could zoom in and look for little girls.
When our sisters returned from the convention and told us how the little girls were filled with delightful awe upon receiving the dolls (worth a month's pay over there at the time) we all cried over how they cried. Now, my daughters' dolls are all long since garage-sold, but I couldn't help thinking some little girl over there who is now a big girl still has her Barbie tucked away somewhere special.
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