My companion and I were traveling with the bishop to visit a family. We went to the house, and knocked...and knocked...and knocked...but no one answered. We knew they were home, so we knocked one more time. When we were about to go back to the car, a guy answered the door with a pistol in his hand. He was a police officer, and usually answers with a gun in the evening because of many threats, He didn't shoot us, obviously. We were able to meet with the family for a short time.
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