DON’T GET INK ON YOUR SOUL
by
Randy C. Watts (480) 343-3868
It was a sunny day in Aviles, with the distinct flavor of Spain in the air. I was 19 years old, and serving a religious mission for my church. For the last week my companion and I had ventured out of the city and into a country neighborhood where there were actually doors we had not yet knocked on. We were in search of a needful soul willing to listen to our gospel message. Each day, as we entered this newly-found neighborhood, we were greeted with the most unusual sight; see, there was a house with a monkey in the front yard. It was tethered on a very long leash that was chained to a post. Now, I am not an expert on the subject of monkeys, but I’d say that this one was a chimpanzee.
by
Randy C. Watts (480) 343-3868
It was a sunny day in Aviles, with the distinct flavor of Spain in the air. I was 19 years old, and serving a religious mission for my church. For the last week my companion and I had ventured out of the city and into a country neighborhood where there were actually doors we had not yet knocked on. We were in search of a needful soul willing to listen to our gospel message. Each day, as we entered this newly-found neighborhood, we were greeted with the most unusual sight; see, there was a house with a monkey in the front yard. It was tethered on a very long leash that was chained to a post. Now, I am not an expert on the subject of monkeys, but I’d say that this one was a chimpanzee.
