After one call

I was in field service during the early 1970’s. I knock on the door and nobody answers. I hear a noise come from under the house. I look under his house and find someone working on the plumbing. I crawled under there and presented my magazines. After a brief discussion, the magazines are placed and I then find out that he’s working on his plumbing. I know plumbing so I give him a hand. No big deal, job is done, message is delivered and I leave.

I hear nothing else about this person. I didn’t know his name and never made a return visit. 35 years later I am living on my property in Haleiwa. A person tries to use the pay phone fronting our property but soon realizes he doesn’t have any change. He goes to the gas station fronting our property and asks for change for the phone. For some reason, just making small talk, the worker asks who he’s looking for. He says, Todd White. She says, “Oh, he lives right over there.” (pointing to our shop). He walks over to our shop and meets my wife. My wife calls me on my phone and I said I’d be home in about 10 minutes.

This person, who later became known to me as Kevin was the same person under the house that was working on his plumbing. He had moved to the mainland and continued his contact with the witnesses. He eventually got baptized and had tried unsuccessfully to return to Hawaii to look me up. All he remembered was that my name was Todd from Haleiwa. Through research from meeting other witnesses in California I knew, he later learned that my last name was White. That time for him to return to the islands came about in 2006 when he conveyed this story to me. And I was unaware that all this was even taking place.


That angel flying in mid heaven (Rev. 14:6) strikes again.