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Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt

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I needed to catch <strong>the</strong> boat that crossed <strong>the</strong> channel to Rosslare,but I had been delayed when <strong>the</strong> Lord directed me to m<strong>in</strong>ister toa man. The boat was due to leave at 2:15 <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> morn<strong>in</strong>g, a mostuncomfortable and <strong>in</strong>convenient time, and I had to be on it or Iwould miss my speak<strong>in</strong>g engagement <strong>the</strong> follow<strong>in</strong>g day.I traveled through South Wales, arriv<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> Carmar<strong>the</strong>n close tomidnight, wonder<strong>in</strong>g how I would get to Haverfordwest to catchmy boat, when I saw a man come out of a pub and walk to a car.I approached him and asked, “Excuse me, you wouldn’t be go<strong>in</strong>gwest, would you? I need to go to Haverfordwest to catch a boat.”“Oh, yes, Mon,” he replied with a thick Welsh accent. “I be go<strong>in</strong>gwest. Yes, I be able to give you a lift, Mon. Sure.”“Well,” I said, “Thank you very much.”“That’s all right, Boyo. Get <strong>in</strong>.”“There’s just one th<strong>in</strong>g,” I said. “Wherever you are go<strong>in</strong>g, I wouldbe grateful if you would drop me where <strong>the</strong>re are lights. I wouldn’twant, so late at night, to be dropped <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> dark.”“Oh sure, Boyo. I’ll drop you where <strong>the</strong> lights are, Mon, plentyof lights where I drop you. I turn up <strong>the</strong> mounta<strong>in</strong>, but before Iturn up <strong>the</strong> mounta<strong>in</strong>, I drop you at <strong>the</strong> lights, Mon.”“Thank you so much,” I said, and I got <strong>in</strong>. I smelled whiskey onhim as we swerved along <strong>the</strong> road, and I realized my chauffeurwas “three sheets to <strong>the</strong> w<strong>in</strong>d.” I was grateful for <strong>the</strong> lift, althoughit was certa<strong>in</strong>ly a risky lift, and I put my trust <strong>in</strong> God.F<strong>in</strong>ally, my friend stopped <strong>the</strong> car. “There you are, Boyo. I go up<strong>the</strong> mounta<strong>in</strong> here. I turn left up <strong>the</strong> mounta<strong>in</strong>. You go straighton far<strong>the</strong>r up <strong>the</strong> road.”“But... but,” I protested, “but, I asked you to drop me where<strong>the</strong>re are lights. There are no lights here. It is pitch black dark!There’s no lights.”“Oh, plenty of lights, Mon, but <strong>the</strong>y all go out at midnight. Plentyof lights here! Sorry, but <strong>the</strong>y all go out at midnight, Boyo. Outyou go. Good-night, Boyo.”He turned and left me <strong>in</strong> absolute, pitch-black darkness, not aflicker of light anywhere. I thought, “Lord, what can I do?”170

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