The driver was appointed this task by someone who knew of our need, and we trusted him implicitly, even though we didn't even know his name. What were we thinking? The man came to the door saying he probably should meet the kids' parents before taking them to church, but Bekah and Jonny just shrugged and said we had left. Hmmmm. I had never thought of this before. That does seem a bit careless, doesn't it?
This story made another memory start niggling at the back of my mind. I remember another occasion back during our infamous furlough of 2003, when someone gave two of our boys (Tim and Mike?) a ride home from a church work day of some sort. That time the driver did come to the door to meet us when he dropped them off - to give us his phone number in case they had any physical symptoms after the auto accident they just had! WHAT?!
Obviously they didn't have any whiplash or anything, or I am sure that story would have been closer to my memory bank. Instead I honestly never gave it another thought until this very day.
These poor TCK/MKs and the trauma they endure when they return to their parents' passport country. In our defense, it's not like we had them going all by themselves in the car with a stranger. In both instances they had a sibling with them.
Jim just reminded me that this is nothing compared to one of Mike's groomsmen - another MK from down here - who hitchhiked all the way to Illinois from Alberta, Canada for the wedding. I guess these guys just grow up accepting any provision of transportation. It gives me the shivers.
MY mom told me never to accept rides with strangers.
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This is hilarious! You mean I can tell my kids to accept rides from strangers as long as they're together, right?
Yeah, strangers don't really count as strangers for us MKs unless they don't have the slightest connection with anyone I've ever met.
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