Your thread brought back memories, LITS.
During my pioneer days, I would sometimes get behind in my time. If there was no one staying out past noon, I would go it alone. I grew up in a very liberal and progressive neighborhood, so it didn't seem that strange (to me) to be out by myself knocking on doors.
About a year ago I was on my way to the library and went down one of the streets I had worked alone on a few times. This was one of my favorite streets because it was long and winding with tons of shade trees during the summer months. I just could not hold back the tears thinking about what a waste the whole experience was.
You know, many times no one even knew I was out by myself. I know some of that was the feeling of the invincibility of youth. Most of it however was the training I received. Being zealous in the ministry was the right thing to do. And Jehovah and his angels would surely bless my efforts and protect me.
For more reasons than one field service is very scary.