This past fall I was in Jerusalem with some friends. One day we were visiting the Old City, a maze of narrow, ancient stone walkways that can confuse even the most veteran tourist.
One of the women in our group got separated from us and was lost. And she didn’t have phone service. So she was dependent on Arabic speaking shop keepers to figure out where she was, and where she was going. Ahh the adventures of international travel.
It made me think of similar situations we’ve had in our family. Some of us (I’m not going to name names) are known for getting lost – a tad disoriented, if you will. And on cross-country road trips have been known to end up in the wrong state. One daughter in particular has been know to have us “Mapquest her in”, keeping us on the phone like Mission Control.
If someone calls you and says, “I’m lost, can you help me?” what’s the first question you ask?
