I
was thinking back on the week, trying to decide what to talk
about...and I realized that this week mostly consisted of a lot of
driving. I feel like we were driving from the top of our area all the
way down to the bottom all week long. Some lessons I learned this week:
* As a general rule, don't trust Haitians to file
your tax return if their "income tax office" also doubles as a video
store/long-distance calling center/cologne counter.
* Never
just a person by the amount of piercings in their face (or by the amount
of piercings they decide to get done in one day, even if that number is
somewhere between 13 and 20)
* If someone in south Florida says they have a ride to church...it probably means they don't.
* This weather is the reason why people live in Florida!
* 20-year-old boys can actually be pretty cool.
* If you serve a mission, God will magnify your talents...por
ejemplo, if you used to be a pretty darn good sight-reader (music), you
will become an amazing sight-reader!
* You gotta stay focused
on the work. The second you start thinking about all the things you'll
do when you're home (even if it's as harmless as Sunday naps) is the
second everything gets hard.
* Thank goodness I'm in Florida eating milkshakes and chicken
nuggets and not eating jiggly black pig skin in Guatemala and having
diarrhea afterwards. (It sounds like Austin's having the time of his life, doesn't it...?)
* I just love Haitians. They're super awesome. (Even if I probably
wouldn't give them my tax information) Seriously, if I was an elder I'd
want to be called creole-speaking. I could just knock doors all day in
the Haitian neighborhoods! (Ma frape zi!)
Yup, I'm working on my Creole. They LOVE it if you
pop out a phrase in their language, even if you can't say anything else.
Right now my Creole is fairly limited to the phrases, "Do you speak
Creole?" "Will you follow the example of Jesus (Jezi) and be baptized?"
"How are you?/I'm on fire!", "Thank you, goodbye!", and "I'm from
Fondubla!" (a place in Haiti where there's a lot of white people). But
that's enough to put a smile on their faces :) Don't worry, my Spanish
is still coming along, too. We just don't use it very often here in Ft.
Laud.
A miracle this week was the fact that this kid Fred came to church!
We met him during the week by knocking on his door. He accepted baptism
and he was YSA so we went back to see him. First of all, he had
approximately 15 more piercings than he'd had in his face three days
earlier and clearly hadn't expected (or necessarily wanted) us to come
back. We tried to have a lesson with him and it was probably one of the
worst (although most entertaining) lessons of my mission...he had been
babysitting his nephews and they escaped and started terrorizing the
halls of the apartment complex while we were there trying to read a
scripture and talk about baptism & such. I'm pretty sure we didn't
even say a prayer with the kid. We basically were like, Ok, well...you should come to church tomorrow! And here's a Book of Mormon. Alright peace out. We
walked away shaking our heads just thinking...wow...he was soo not
interested and we are def not coming back. But that night he texted us
and asked what time church was the next day. And he asks us how far it
would take him to bike to the church from his apartment. And then when
we weren't able to find him a ride in time the next morning, he actually rides the bus to get to church! (That
NEVER happens! People here are NOT proactive about getting themselves
to church! Although hopefully this is a sign that things are
changing...) I'm pretty sure he even took out some of his
piercings. And he came and stayed for all three hours and even came to a
social we were having afterwards! He even put on a button-down shirt
and nice pants for the occasion! Oh my, what a surprise! So I guess we
had a fine little lesson in judging a book by its cover. So now he's
preparing for baptism. Pretty cool.
Anyways, love you all, hope you remembered to wear
green yesterday. This last week I hit my "I-go-home-in-exactly-a-year"
mark (march 13)...crazy!
lovelovelove
sista d
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