On the March "Drive Out" day, I was in Florida helping my mother-in-law in her recovery from surgery. I knew that her one opportunity that week to go out to dinner with her daughter and son-in-law was Saturday night and I knew that I would need to be her driver. So, to facilitate her, I did drive two miles that day. But I did it only at the end of a 24-hour fast.
I found that fasting was more personally significant than not driving (because I minimize my driving most days) and it brought the solidiers and their families to my mind more often (like every time a pang of hunger struck) than did failing to drive on the first Saturday of February
Tomorrow, April 7, I plan to both refrain from driving and fast.
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