Counting time was never any concern of mines. So much so that I can never really remember the clock thingy even being an issue. We were on a mission to save the world Counting the hours was the last thing on my mind. I remember relating to the one brother who believed as hard as I did, if not a hair more, how we were in a race to get these folks the truth and nothing can get in our way to stop the flowment of truth to the folks. He was an elder, and the only one I ever really took a liking to. The only person who really taught me something, not just preached at me.
If you're reading this Randall, you know who you are.