Well what did I think when they
changed the missionary age to 18? Umm... Hey.. I would be home by now if I left
at 18! But really it’s not that weird for me because lots of Mexicans come in
at 18.
Tuesday. Well we were getting ready
in the morning and my comp decided to clean the ice out of the fridge. Went at
with a knife. I was doing other stuff... but told him it probably wasn’t the
best idea... A few minutes later he hit a spot with the knife and gas came out.
Ugh... I think he killed the fridge. But don’t worry, we found a member that
said he can fix it. So… we will see. It was a very awful day. Like the worst
day since I left the office. Literally ever appointment and backup plan few
through... we walked all over our area and no one was home. Even knocking doors
we couldn’t find anyone. What can you do? haha.
Wednesday. Well we had our district
meeting and Elder Scoville asked me to give it. So I got there right at 9:30 but
everyone else was late. The zone leaders and assistants to the president also
showed up. Normally it would freak me out to have to teach a district meeting
with a zone leader and assistant, but after being secretary... they really don’t
seem too high and mighty anymore. Haha. Good missionaries, but nothing more. So
yeah it went well. Overall, it was another very slow day. Not much more.
Thursday. Well we taught an
investigator. Last time he had brought a friend and it seemed like she was just
fighting us the whole time. But she came to the lesson this time and was really
nice and it was very strange. A mighty change of heart you could say… haha. After
that we went to teach another lady. She was heading to a birthday party so she
invited us to go. So we went. They gave us cake and then we taught the whole
family the restoration. Wow, that would not make me happy if two missionaries
crashed my birthday and taught a lesson. Well you know they were just so fascinated
by my green eyes that the transition from the topic green eyes and white skin
to gospel went fairly smooth and before they knew it they were listening to a
lesson Haha. Gotta watch out for those white guys.
Friday. Pretty slow day as well. But
the bishop bought us tacos. That was cool. One or two lesson with less actives.
About it.
Saturday. So we went to the morning general
conference session. We Americans had our private English viewing room. VIP.
Haha. But there was something strange in this room, foreign, very unexpected,
American girls. Where the heck did they come from? I guess they are students
from a non-profit organization founded by BYU to teach English in elementary
school. Talking to Americans is normal because you’re always taking with
missionaries, but American girls?... just weird. They are so white. Haha. From
what they said I think they get more street shout outs that we do! Which kind
of makes me sad, I’m a little jealous. Ok anyways back to conference. It was
good. None of our investigators showed up. After the second session we had the
baptism of Jonathan. I baptized him. Well you know. When I was there I was
there about to dunk him in the water I was scared I wasn’t going to be able to
lift the big guy out of the water. Actually it wasn’t that hard. I guess it’s just cause I’m so strong or
it was like one of those effects that when you pull an air filled ball
underwater it pops right up. Haha. ok ill shut up now. Yeah priesthood was
good, too.
Sunday. Good conference as well. I
don’t remember who said what, but it was feeling pretty good. Usually as a
missionary you don’t get pressured too much. They tell all the young men to go
on missions... well I’m already on the mission and they tell all the returned
missionaries to get married, so I can’t do that now. So… I was feeling pretty
good, no pressure. And then they had that talk. "If you want this Ask the
Missionaries, if you want that, Ask the Missionaries." Shooooooooot. Haha. Not
really, they do that anyways.
Monday. Well we went to our district
leaders' house in the morning. But first we did exercise. This week was the rest
week and was pretty easy. We went to a place called puerto de aire: the port of
air. It gets really foggy in the morning; kind of a cool affect.
Ok well that's about it. Good bye for
now.
Elder Warrington. That’s a new one Hector
calls me.
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