House Guest

I remember one time when we lived in Riverside that we had a guy spend a few days at our house.  The missionaries were teaching him the discussions and helping him get is life on track.  Dad wanted to help out so he offered to let him stay at our house for a few days.  I don't think the kids were ever told anything else about why he was staying with us.  We were just told that he had a hard life, and that he needed a place to stay for a few days. 

This man was trying to quit smoking.  We didn't see him smoke, but we could tell that he did by the way he smelled.  I don't remember the man's name, but he had really long brown hair and maybe some facial hair.  I remember that he brought very little with him besides some old clothes and his guitar.  He stayed back in one of the bedrooms at the back of the house that was sometimes an office. 

We thought it was fun to have a stranger stay with us.  Especially a stranger that was so different from our normal house guests.  We would talk to him a lot and ask him a lot of questions.  We thought he was so interesting.  I think he enjoyed spending time at our house and I'm pretty sure he wasn't too annoyed by all of our questions.  I don't remember seeing this man again, so I'm not sure what happened to him.  From this experience I learned that we should help the missionaries even when it isn't convenient for us, and that we should love and take care of others even if they are very different from us.