Many years ago when the local missionaries were called to help with the missionary work in each stake, my companion and I were assigned to go over a high mountain pass to another state. We had three families to visit each Sunday, and it was a great experience.
One night we were coming home over the high mountain pass. We had hardly got started when we got stuck. There was very little snow on the road. My companion said, "I put a sack of wheat in the back of my car last fall, and I have never been stuck yet." I said, "Well, you're stuck now, but if you lift up the trunk door, I will go sit on that sack of wheat. That will make two sacks, and we go on over."
We figured it was 13 miles home to go down and around and back home. The other way it was 90-plus miles from home, and it was already 11 p.m.
He raised up the trunk door, and I got on that sack of wheat and away we went. We went up and around the first bend, then we went around the second bend, and when we went around the third bend there was a car off the road, so we stopped. There was a man and a woman and some little kids in the back. I don't know what they thought when they saw one man getting out of the back of the trunk and another man getting out of the front of the car. We helped get them back on the road. The driver rolled down his window and thanked us and went on down the road.
My companion and I looked at each other. "Now what do we do?" we asked. Again, we asked the Lord for help. We got in the car and we came over that mountain as if we were on dry pavement without a bit of trouble.
We decided that the Lord was using us to answer that couples' prayers so they could get safely home.
Verl P. Bagley, 94, is from Victor, Idaho, and this experience happened about 50 years ago.