Fleas seem to love me. They enjoy touching my
body; I mean bite. Indeed, I am clean, I believe. The insects must have
come from outside, somewhere on the bus.
They attacked me three times in the last two weeks. The first thing happened in a passenger seat, where I sat during a meal break.
I got the second attack while I was on my driver's seat. Because my body was undoubtedly clean, I presumed the flea came from another driver.
I didn't know how to defend myself. Where can I be if neither driver seat nor passenger seat?
A third flea turned up while I was at a loss of what to do. I had no idea where it had jumped in me. At a certain moment, it bit me.
I was in fear of what's happening. When I asked some other drivers if they also had the same experience, they shook the head. My case was the worst.
I prayed to God. It was no holy issue for prayer, but I had to. During the prayer, I got an unexpected understanding of this happening.
As a bus driver, passengers are the neighbors for me to serve. I am driving for them.
If somebody on the bus should offer their body to fleas, it must be me. I was bitten by the fleas instead of my passengers. I protected them by offering my body to the insects.
I must be happy that my passengers are safe! I gave God wholehearted thanks.
"Oh, Lord! Thank let fleas bite me instead of passengers." And I kept praying, "Now, I command in Jesus' name, 'All fleas be gone away out of my bus forever!' "
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