Yesterday after Church and Meetings, Luci and I went on *"Visits." We came to this one door that looked something like this:
Only the peep box or whatever you want to call it was closed. And we sat there staring at it, trying to decide if it really did open, and what would we do if someone opened it? And I mentioned that these doors scare me, and I would never, ever have one because, really. If I was home and someone came to my door, and I wanted to see who it was, but didn't want them to know I was home? This really wouldn't work out so well for me. Also, it's so intimidating! We felt very apologetic, being there, and were somewhat relieved that no one responded to our knocking.
Then Luci wanted to see if it was possible for someone to punch you in the eye as you were looking to see who was at the door, so she stuck her fist between the bars, and then we ran away.
*I have to put it in quotation marks, because every time I go on visits, without fail, basically no one is home or we get severely rejected. This has happened to me 100% of the time since January when I was first called to this position.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths