It was a cold, grey, sunday afternoon in december 2007. A sunday just before christmas day, december 23. Because it was the end of the month Gorby and his lovely wife had to make some service hours after the congregational meeting. It was a long road, a road without an end, just in the middle of nowhere. Some houses, some fields and some houses, it went on and on. I remember we walked from the road to the door of a house. I watched through the front windows and I could see a family gathered together around a warm open fire place. They looked at us, poorly, and I looked at them, feeling poorly. The door opened and we were told friendly that there was no need for magazines there. I never felt so bad in my entire life. I told my wife "I never do a step in field service anymore!". Because I felt like a salesman going from door to door with something nobody was waiting for.
Never, never, never again!
Since I made this decision, I never felt better!!! And mrs Gorby also.