Wednesday, February 28, 2024
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In 1983, when my sister and I were traveling through Europe, (I was 20 years old; she was 23), we stayed overnight at the Janz Team dormitory with the intention of catching a bus in the morning that would take us to a train. Unfortunately, we slept in and missed the bus. We had gone by foot to the small village where the bus stop was, hoping to find another bus. There was none for another 24 hours. Suddenly a gentleman appeared, and my sister recognized him as Mr. Sunderwald. He was a frequent customer in the local store in Niverville, Manitoba, where my sister was a clerk, and a good friend of our Grandfather. We told him of our plight, and he invited us to his home, where Mrs. Sunderwald served us a hot lunch and packed us a bag lunch, complete with a bar of swiss chocolate. Mr. Sunderwald drove us to the train station and sent us on our way. Lovely people. A miracle had occured!
