I always respected people who said this up-front. They were smart, and you could tell real skeptics from conspiracy-theorizing types. (But I came home in 1999, so 9/11 hadn’t happened yet.)
There was a guy in one of my areas who could barely afford his own housing…he lived in a room in one of those large houses converted to rented-out rooms. He had the missionaries to Pizza Hut once a month, no matter what. It was a standing appointment in that area, whomever the missionaries at the time were.
(Missionaries are rotated from area to area within the mission, usually after 6-12 weeks in one area. Companionships are changed roughly twice as often.)
He loved the dedication of the missionaries, but he wasn’t ready to get baptized and live it. And he knew it, but he still liked his time with the Elders once a month.
We never failed to show. At his place, a shitty one-bedroom-with-bathroom-down-the-hall place upstairs and barely enough room for a bed, let alone stuff of his own. He was poorer than us, if that was possible, but his monthly connection with God’s servants was important. Who were we to deny him?
I hope he’s ok today. I think that was Manitowoc.