January 08, 1998

DISTURBED SLEEP

Sometime around midnight the phone in my motel room in Biloxi, MS started to ring. I woke up dazed wondering who could be calling because I was sure that nobody knew that I had stopped at a motel yesterday afternoon. I tried to ignore it and eventually it stopped.

To my annoyance it started up again so I answered it thinking that it was something maybe important from the motel office. To my frustration on the line was a foreign sounding lady asking me if I wanted to go to one of the local casinos to gamble.

I assured the lady that I didn't want to go since I was a missionary and I didn't gamble. I layed back in bed for a bit before heading back to sleep wondering if the lady called up every room in the motel trying to find somebody to gamble with her.