Dear Mom,
I hope you are able to find a new home for the ducks or sort something out with them. That's awesome that they follow you around, though, it looks like having them upstairs is working out. Hopefully the wheezing one isn't going to die or get the other ones sick. I don't think I would clean 16 turds for only a dollar, but I guess it's good that they will, haha (This is referring to my letter to him about his brother and sister cleaning up the winter's dog mess in the yard). I'm not sure where dad's wrenches are, maybe downstairs or in the Lumina. I cleaned out all the cars before I sold them so I'm not sure. The tires are mine.
I gave them both cards, is there a way to get that information to them? I'm not sure how much I can do from here. Do you need the information off my health card? (This is referring to a medical bill we got.)
I've gotten a few different letters, no cookies though. I don't think there is anything I need this week.
Things are going well here. My companion, Elder B___, and I stay pretty busy. We taught over 18 lessons this week, with one investigator, Charles, that is committed to baptism either on the 18th or 25th depending on when one of his close friends can attend. So far, I haven't ran into anyone that has wanted to kill me yet, haha. I love being here and I love the people. There are so many people that we teach that have had really rough lives, it's crazy and heartbreaking sometimes. Yesterday, Sunday, was probably one of the coolest days ever. After church, we visited Dianna, a recent convert who hasn't been to church in a while. After we talked with her, she and her husband offered to drop us off at our next appointment but we both felt that we should walk. As we walked, there was an older guy walking towards us but when he got to about 100 yards he crossed the street, not uncommon for us because it's pretty easy to pick out the missionaries. However, when we got closer he crossed back over to talk to us. He had lost his dog and wondered if we had seen it. We hadn't but we offered to help him look. As we looked, we started talking to him about religion. He told us that while in prison some time ago, he had found god. We asked what religion he was affiliated with and he said none but that the people he had talked to in prison and been LDS missionaries. We never found his dog, but he asked if he could come to church with us, before we had even had a real teaching lesson with him! We said he could but we set up a time to meet him first. That was pretty cool.
After that we stopped by the house of Brandon, another person we had met earlier this week. He was at work but a couple of his roommates, Erica and Fancy, were there. Everyone that lives in that house is our age or a little younger and think that we are nuts for being missionaries, but they always have questions and like talking to us. Erica wanted to know where god came from so we said we could tell her, but we would have to start from the beginning. We ended up talking a little bit about Jesus Christ and the atonement, because she also wanted to know about forgiveness for sin, and she invited us to come back the next day because she wanted to know more. We are very excited for her. It's crazy how being a missionary opens doors for you. Even though they thinking we are out of our minds, they are impressed that we put other people before ourselves, something they aren't used to. People that don't even know us feel comfortable sharing really personal information with us. In the case of Erica and Fancy, it was very personal, let me tell you. It is really sad, though. They have very low standards and expectations for themselves and the people they associate with. Fancy told us about her boyfriend and said," He has a job, a license (no car though) and a high school diploma, what more could I want?" At first I thought she was joking, but she was absolutely serious. Elder B___ and I were shocked, we didn't know what to say to that. It's their lifestyle, though, they don't think they can do better. They are interested in the Gospel, though, so we are hopeful for them.
ETA: Email 2: Did they tell you my area? If not, my zone is Quincy, which is technically pretty far into the California part of our mission but my area is in the Stead ward, which is pretty much in Reno.
I love you and miss you.
ETA: Email 3: ...on mother's day I will probably call at about 4 your time.
ETA: Email 4: I love you too. I forgot to tell you about my new companion. His name is Elder B___, he is from Orem, Utah. He just turned 19 back in April and has only been out 3 months himself. We get along well. I think he is the second kid out of a few, I know he has an older brother serving a mission in Canada right now and a sister that is in high school. He is pretty mellow but he takes missionary work seriously. I think we will get along for the 12 weeks he is training me.
Dear Joy,
I hope your scratches get better. I'm also sorry you hurt your arm again, I hope that it's not causing you any problems. How do you like playing the piano? I bet you'll be really good by the time I get back. I'm glad you're having fun. I love you and miss you everyday.
Dear Jaeden,
I'm happy that you are starting the piano again. I wish I could have learned how to play it when I was little, I bet you'll be really good at it and happy that you learned how to play. Mom had said the ducks were being a bunch of goofs. I know you will do good on the MCA's. I love you monkey monkey underwear!
Sorry, blogger is not letting me delete the second saluting picture. :/
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