It is possible to return
Alberto González MuñozI was traveling on a bus to the city of Santa Clara (Cuba) talking with my seatmate, who seemed the same age. For me he was an unknown person, just one more passenger who boarded the bus during the long journey along the old Central Highway of the country. After a while of small talk, when trying to share the gospel with him, the man told me: - When I was young I heard a lot about what you say.
By explaining how and where, we discovered that we both studied at the same school in the city of Cárdenas, Matanzas. He mentioned the same teachers that I had, the same church, the same preachers that I heard in the services that were held there. In a school of 1200 students, he was an internal student and I was an external student and we attended different services. Besides, 47 years had passed! We both enjoyed our conversation. Although we did not know each other, we shared common memories. What struck me the most was his insistence on repeating over and over: —They were the sweetest and happiest years of my life. Then I abandoned the faith and everything changed.