We used a Trooper, borrowed from another missionary family, when my sister was born. We were staying upcountry, at Compound Number Three, not far from LAC, the Liberia Agricultural Company, that had a better hospital, but between us and the hospital was a huge mud pit in which cars and trucks got stuck.
Somehow, I got it into my almost-eight year old mind, as one does, that in order for the stuck vehicles to block the road, they had to have been stuck sideways.
I have since learned better, having maneuvered vehicles around stuck vehicles in mud pits on several occasions.
Anyway.
The Trooper got my parents to the hospital in plenty of time for a screeching little being to be born.
We thought she was going to be a boy.
I'm kind of glad she was who she was, instead.
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