Mole, this story of mine kinda fits>
We had one elder that I loved being around because he was so entertaining. Us young guys ALWAYS got put with him, it was a gimme.
He would argue the Trinity with everyone.
Pointing his bony finger at people with his oversized knuckles. He could likely mess someone up if he wanted to.
This is my favorite story of him:
At one door he was placing the mags with his RV. He was on the householder?s stoop and was reaching to give his RV the mags. As he reached into the door, the RV?s dog lunged out and grabbed onto this old elders hand!
The elder didn?t miss a beat.
He got the dog to release his hand, and then he kept on giving his presentation with my friend at the door. The elder was getting blood all over the mags. He switched to his good hand and finally gave the RV the mags. The elder kept talking and at the same time was putting the injured hand to his mouth, sucking out the blood, and then spitting the blood out onto the ground!
The elder figured that he should go to the KH and clean out the wound. He brought my friend in the KH with him and they started washing out the wound, but it kept on bleeding. The elder then brought out a 1 st Aid Kit and had some antiseptic cream that he wanted rubbed on the wound. My friend had to take the cream and rub it on his wound. As he was rubbing it on, he was actually filling in the large dogs bite marks in with the cream like it was wood putty for filling in nail holes. The cream was turning pink from all of the blood. My friend said it was disgusting.
The elder was finally talked into going to the hospital.