Well, take it all down, Christmas is over. As much as I love the holidays, they suck on a mission. People are with their families and loved ones. We're not. But, we actually had a lot better Christmas than I was expecting. I went to a member's home. They gave me a scarf because I told them I had never worn one before. We'll see how that goes when the winter really hits.
This week was pretty interesting. I had a really hard week, then I had a really good week. My mission president is an amazing man. I seriously want to be him in every possible way. Since I've been struggling with some things, he really has been a huge help and he claims I haven't been a pain but I think he's lying. Anyways, we had our quarterly interviews. We had a talk about some of my ups and downs, and he was helping me out. We had a big talk about my relationship with God and how I stand with him now, and stuff like that. But, he really helped me realize some things. His spirit is so strong, that it made me come to love the Atonement even more.
I can honestly say that I can never deny this church. Every fiber of my being knows the doctrine is correct and it's claims are true. Which leads me to my next topic of debate... If there are any non-members reading this, why haven't you joined the church? Seriously, there is no excuse. Missionaries have a gift: they can weasel around any excuse, doubt, or problem you have. But, I guess it's an individual choice, but that change is for the better.
Anyways, I've been eating a lot of pizza. I miss Time Out Pizza so much. When I get home, I'm eating it so quickly, furiously, and intimately as possible. Weird, I know.
With the sincerity,
Elder Damon Chlarson.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Letter #11 - December 12th, 2011
Well, I'm staying in Coldwater for another transfer. Pretty excited about it though, we have a lot of really cool stuff going on. Should have a couple more baptisms. We have one scheduled for New Year's Eve and he's solid as a rock, hasn't missed a day in four months. It's going to be a good transfer, even if my new companion Elder Rawlins is supposed to be a little nerdy.
I'm done training. It's weird. This has been the slowest, quickest three months of my life. December is almost half over. Then it'll be 2012. I remember last December like it was yesterday. In another year, I'll be out for almost 16 months. I'm getting ahead of myself though. So let's review the last three months....
I ....got dropped off at the MTC by my Seth and Nolan. It was pretty fun couple days before I went in. Then, met my new companion an a couple good friends. Learned that I actually have a lot stronger testimony than I thought I did. I've read the Book of Mormon twice now. Left the MTC, went to Michigan, the poorest, trashiest state ever. Almost came home (twice), saw a psychiatrist, got medicated and went my way. I threw up on a front lawn. I almost got in a fight on the basketball court with our first counselor of the bishopric. I chased around a goat a bunch. Saw a redneck kid play the banjo. Learned how to play the banjo (sort of). Knocked on a lot of doors. Went to Indiana and Ohio (oops). I met one of the coolest families ever. Helped a kid get to baptism. Have had many sleepwalking adventures. (I wake up every night at around 12:30 to 1 am and think it's morning and that we slept in) I've been sworn at a lot. Overall, I think I've grown up just a little bit... inwardly, on the surface I'm still me.
One huge thing I've learned in the last 3.5 months is that we choose whether or not we want to be successful or be happy, to a certain extent. Once we have all the tools to be happy or successful, it's all dependent upon our attitude. I could have used my mental health issues as a crutch and been lazy. I could have used them to go home. I almost did. But, for reasons unknown, I always stayed. Now, it's really fun. I love it. Sure, I miss home and doing stuff I did back then, but it's more exciting to be doing this, even if people aren't always stoked to open their doors or hear what we have to say. It's a lot more important than hanging out at the lake everyday or staying up super late. Even if those are my two favorite activities.
I thank God everyday I'm not stuck in the same situation I was stuck in two or three years ago. I really do miss a few big things though. My family being home, having the holidays without me is a sucky thought. I try to push it out of my mind. I really miss Washington state. Michigan isn't even close to as good. I really miss looking out and seeing sagebrush and desert. Why? I'm not sure. There's just something cool about it. I hate seeing dead trees. It's so depressing. But, it's pretty when it snows. But, I don't miss school at all. I do miss my friends. But, the majority of my friends are on missions too, so we're in the same boat.
But, we'll see what the next 20 months have in store for me.
Till next time,
Damon.
I'm done training. It's weird. This has been the slowest, quickest three months of my life. December is almost half over. Then it'll be 2012. I remember last December like it was yesterday. In another year, I'll be out for almost 16 months. I'm getting ahead of myself though. So let's review the last three months....
I ....got dropped off at the MTC by my Seth and Nolan. It was pretty fun couple days before I went in. Then, met my new companion an a couple good friends. Learned that I actually have a lot stronger testimony than I thought I did. I've read the Book of Mormon twice now. Left the MTC, went to Michigan, the poorest, trashiest state ever. Almost came home (twice), saw a psychiatrist, got medicated and went my way. I threw up on a front lawn. I almost got in a fight on the basketball court with our first counselor of the bishopric. I chased around a goat a bunch. Saw a redneck kid play the banjo. Learned how to play the banjo (sort of). Knocked on a lot of doors. Went to Indiana and Ohio (oops). I met one of the coolest families ever. Helped a kid get to baptism. Have had many sleepwalking adventures. (I wake up every night at around 12:30 to 1 am and think it's morning and that we slept in) I've been sworn at a lot. Overall, I think I've grown up just a little bit... inwardly, on the surface I'm still me.
One huge thing I've learned in the last 3.5 months is that we choose whether or not we want to be successful or be happy, to a certain extent. Once we have all the tools to be happy or successful, it's all dependent upon our attitude. I could have used my mental health issues as a crutch and been lazy. I could have used them to go home. I almost did. But, for reasons unknown, I always stayed. Now, it's really fun. I love it. Sure, I miss home and doing stuff I did back then, but it's more exciting to be doing this, even if people aren't always stoked to open their doors or hear what we have to say. It's a lot more important than hanging out at the lake everyday or staying up super late. Even if those are my two favorite activities.
I thank God everyday I'm not stuck in the same situation I was stuck in two or three years ago. I really do miss a few big things though. My family being home, having the holidays without me is a sucky thought. I try to push it out of my mind. I really miss Washington state. Michigan isn't even close to as good. I really miss looking out and seeing sagebrush and desert. Why? I'm not sure. There's just something cool about it. I hate seeing dead trees. It's so depressing. But, it's pretty when it snows. But, I don't miss school at all. I do miss my friends. But, the majority of my friends are on missions too, so we're in the same boat.
But, we'll see what the next 20 months have in store for me.
Till next time,
Damon.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Letter #10 - December 5th, 2011
Dear Diary,
Alright team, it was a good week. Well, I went on a depressing trade-off to Sturgis. That place is a real crap-hole. The missionary I went with is very very very trunky and thinks about home constantly, so it totally bummed me out bad.
BUT, after that it was good. It snowed about 6 inches. I had on my stompin' boots so it was all good. I was bundled up nice and tight. But, we went out doorknocking this week and found probably two of the most prepared people, both families. So, we're seeing them this week. I'm pretty excited about it all. I also got my first baptism this week. It was really cool to watch. I'm so glad I was able to find, teach, and bring a person to baptism. It's pretty amazing. Not a lot in life can be better than that. Hopefully he stays on the path. If he doesn't... I'll have to throw down.
Well, story time. I got a letter from a good friend of mine. In my last letter to him, I told him about some of the struggles. He sent me back a letter that was more condescending that I'd ever heard before. I was so mad about it. I'm doing just fine on my mission now, but I wasn't then. So, he starts telling me how he lives a "higher law" and stuff like that. That's what the Pharisee's did. They made up rules. The mission rules are the higher law. We don't have to make up rules. So I was mad. Then, he said he wasn't having as much success as usual. Then, I was double mad. I felt like his mission was easier than mine, since I have to knock on doors a lot, people here hate Mormons, and it's the lowest baptizing mission in North America. But, then I started ranting, and I said out loud for the very first time... I love my mission! I'm proud of Michigan!" I never thought I'd say that.
So, needless to say things are going pretty well. I'm having a good time. Transfers are this week so I'll probably most likely be getting a new companion. It's supposed to snow this week, hurray?
Much love,
Damon.
Alright team, it was a good week. Well, I went on a depressing trade-off to Sturgis. That place is a real crap-hole. The missionary I went with is very very very trunky and thinks about home constantly, so it totally bummed me out bad.
BUT, after that it was good. It snowed about 6 inches. I had on my stompin' boots so it was all good. I was bundled up nice and tight. But, we went out doorknocking this week and found probably two of the most prepared people, both families. So, we're seeing them this week. I'm pretty excited about it all. I also got my first baptism this week. It was really cool to watch. I'm so glad I was able to find, teach, and bring a person to baptism. It's pretty amazing. Not a lot in life can be better than that. Hopefully he stays on the path. If he doesn't... I'll have to throw down.
Well, story time. I got a letter from a good friend of mine. In my last letter to him, I told him about some of the struggles. He sent me back a letter that was more condescending that I'd ever heard before. I was so mad about it. I'm doing just fine on my mission now, but I wasn't then. So, he starts telling me how he lives a "higher law" and stuff like that. That's what the Pharisee's did. They made up rules. The mission rules are the higher law. We don't have to make up rules. So I was mad. Then, he said he wasn't having as much success as usual. Then, I was double mad. I felt like his mission was easier than mine, since I have to knock on doors a lot, people here hate Mormons, and it's the lowest baptizing mission in North America. But, then I started ranting, and I said out loud for the very first time... I love my mission! I'm proud of Michigan!" I never thought I'd say that.
So, needless to say things are going pretty well. I'm having a good time. Transfers are this week so I'll probably most likely be getting a new companion. It's supposed to snow this week, hurray?
Much love,
Damon.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Letter #9 - November 28, 2011
Another quick week has gone by here in Coldwater, MI. The temperature is 44 degrees, overcast with a slight chance of afternoon showers. I'm guessing.
Well, Tuesday it rained soooooo bad. I had no rain gear and I was on trade-offs and we had no car for the day. I hated my life for a while there. It was a funny story.
It was seriously the wettest I have ever been since I have gotten on the mission. Everything was soaked. Straight down to my skin underneath all my layers. It was funny. While I was there, this lady (not kidding at ALL) confessed to me that she killed her husband. She said it was justified homocide, but still. She told me this, and I quote. "He came in, and he'd been drinkin', so I took his rifle and I shot him... right in the heart. I've never said that out loud before that feels good." I have this weird thing about me, people love confessing to me. I helped a cross-dresser stop cross-dressing a couple weeks ago. I talked out a problem a missionary was having because he had a crush on a sister missionary. It's just weird, but it definitely brings up a good time.
But, then I got to decorate a Christmas tree the next day. That got me STOKED. I loved it. I treated myself the next morning. I slept in till 7! I hate the sleep schedule, but I'm getting by. Anyway... Later that morning, my companion for the day flooded our toilet. So, we cut the water and drove all around Coldwater trying to find draino. It was a bad situation.
But we got fed twice and then it was a normal day. I got in a huge argument on Saturday. This super crazy guy answered his door and laughed. He started telling us that God doesn't exist. Then, he goes on to bash Christ, Joseph Smith, and my parents for having me waste two years of my life. So, I flew off the handle. (I'm not proud of my next move, but I have to tell the story) I exchanged some harsh words. He stepped up into my face. Elder Yeck saw me clench my fists and we had to exit quickly. That guy realllllllly got to me. I think it's because he's just like half the people at home who make fun of our beliefs. It's so annoying. So, we had to take a break and I had to calm down.
Church brought me back up. I'm doing well again. It's been fun and I'm happy. It may have taken a while but I'm doing great, really. We are almost done with this transfer. I turn three months on Wednesday. Fun stuff.
Take it easy. Also, I heard that UW beat WSU. What's that all about? Oh yeah, that's right.... WSU sucks.
Well, Tuesday it rained soooooo bad. I had no rain gear and I was on trade-offs and we had no car for the day. I hated my life for a while there. It was a funny story.
It was seriously the wettest I have ever been since I have gotten on the mission. Everything was soaked. Straight down to my skin underneath all my layers. It was funny. While I was there, this lady (not kidding at ALL) confessed to me that she killed her husband. She said it was justified homocide, but still. She told me this, and I quote. "He came in, and he'd been drinkin', so I took his rifle and I shot him... right in the heart. I've never said that out loud before that feels good." I have this weird thing about me, people love confessing to me. I helped a cross-dresser stop cross-dressing a couple weeks ago. I talked out a problem a missionary was having because he had a crush on a sister missionary. It's just weird, but it definitely brings up a good time.
But, then I got to decorate a Christmas tree the next day. That got me STOKED. I loved it. I treated myself the next morning. I slept in till 7! I hate the sleep schedule, but I'm getting by. Anyway... Later that morning, my companion for the day flooded our toilet. So, we cut the water and drove all around Coldwater trying to find draino. It was a bad situation.
But we got fed twice and then it was a normal day. I got in a huge argument on Saturday. This super crazy guy answered his door and laughed. He started telling us that God doesn't exist. Then, he goes on to bash Christ, Joseph Smith, and my parents for having me waste two years of my life. So, I flew off the handle. (I'm not proud of my next move, but I have to tell the story) I exchanged some harsh words. He stepped up into my face. Elder Yeck saw me clench my fists and we had to exit quickly. That guy realllllllly got to me. I think it's because he's just like half the people at home who make fun of our beliefs. It's so annoying. So, we had to take a break and I had to calm down.
Church brought me back up. I'm doing well again. It's been fun and I'm happy. It may have taken a while but I'm doing great, really. We are almost done with this transfer. I turn three months on Wednesday. Fun stuff.
Take it easy. Also, I heard that UW beat WSU. What's that all about? Oh yeah, that's right.... WSU sucks.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Letter #8 - November 21, 2011
Well, it's November 21, 2011 at 12:23 p.m., Eastern Standard Time. I'm sitting here in library in Coldwater, Michigan sitting next to a rabbi and my companion. You think I'm joking.
It was a pretty solid week. I went to Western Michigan Unversity for a trade-off. A drunk white girl whistled at me (it was 2 in the afternoon) and a big black lady eating a sucker went "mmm mmm mmm" at me. I'm scarred for life. But, it was cool. We taught these two kids, Tim and Whendle. They look like Michael Vick and Theo Huxtable, respectively. No joke. Then, we went to his professional pianists house and sang Christmas songs. I chose "Ring Out, Wild Bells" as a joke. The guy looked at me, in a quirky way and said, "Oh my, that's my favorite. Thank you so much!" and went into it. I had a good laugh about it.
Then, we had a couple lessons with our top investigator. He had is baptismal date pushed back, but whatever. I'm almost done being trained, which is crazy.
Yesterday I made a guy really, really mad at the door step. He opened the door and was super mean. Then he said is sister belongs to the RLDS church(for you non-members, that's Reformed Latter-day Saints, they broke off from our church and do all the same stuff except they don't follow the Lord's commandments). He asked us if that's where we went to church. I said, without thinking, "No man, we go to the real one." He was not excited. I got a little mad and told him that the RLDS people were "diet mormons" and he was even more not excited. He was about to slam his door on us anyway.
Nobody is going to feed us for Thanksgiving. So.... I'm not sure what we're going to do. I figure I'll just learn how to cook. Sink or swim right?
Earlier this week, I ate dinner at some redneck family's house. They fed us really good food. Afterward, I saw a banjo. I got way excited and starting strumming and playing it like a guitar. The whole family laughed and their son took it. He started playing an old hick song and sang. It was about moonshine. It made me laugh so hard. Then, we had a heart to heart with one of their sons who wants to serve a mission now after they work out some financial issues.
Nothing else too exciting, I'm decorating a Christmas tree this week. So excited.
Stay sweet.
It was a pretty solid week. I went to Western Michigan Unversity for a trade-off. A drunk white girl whistled at me (it was 2 in the afternoon) and a big black lady eating a sucker went "mmm mmm mmm" at me. I'm scarred for life. But, it was cool. We taught these two kids, Tim and Whendle. They look like Michael Vick and Theo Huxtable, respectively. No joke. Then, we went to his professional pianists house and sang Christmas songs. I chose "Ring Out, Wild Bells" as a joke. The guy looked at me, in a quirky way and said, "Oh my, that's my favorite. Thank you so much!" and went into it. I had a good laugh about it.
Then, we had a couple lessons with our top investigator. He had is baptismal date pushed back, but whatever. I'm almost done being trained, which is crazy.
Yesterday I made a guy really, really mad at the door step. He opened the door and was super mean. Then he said is sister belongs to the RLDS church(for you non-members, that's Reformed Latter-day Saints, they broke off from our church and do all the same stuff except they don't follow the Lord's commandments). He asked us if that's where we went to church. I said, without thinking, "No man, we go to the real one." He was not excited. I got a little mad and told him that the RLDS people were "diet mormons" and he was even more not excited. He was about to slam his door on us anyway.
Nobody is going to feed us for Thanksgiving. So.... I'm not sure what we're going to do. I figure I'll just learn how to cook. Sink or swim right?
Earlier this week, I ate dinner at some redneck family's house. They fed us really good food. Afterward, I saw a banjo. I got way excited and starting strumming and playing it like a guitar. The whole family laughed and their son took it. He started playing an old hick song and sang. It was about moonshine. It made me laugh so hard. Then, we had a heart to heart with one of their sons who wants to serve a mission now after they work out some financial issues.
Nothing else too exciting, I'm decorating a Christmas tree this week. So excited.
Stay sweet.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Letter #7 - November 14, 2011
Well, another quick week has been put into the books. It was an amazing week. So, where should I begin?
Okay, a kid named Dustin is getting baptized next weekend. I used the Word of Wisdom in a door knocking approach with him, which is not usually a good idea. (For non members, the word of wisdom means no coffee, alcohol, tea, drugs, tobacco, etc) Somehow, he liked it. The Spirit knew something I didn't. Now, he's going to church and he's "super excited to be a Mormon." He also wants to serve a mission in a year once he's eligible. We've got a couple other promising investigators. They drove 60 miles roundtrip to make it to church yesterday. It was sweet.
I went on a trade off with the biggest goober ever, Elder Moye. I replaced him in Coldwater. Anyway, he's building a wooden spaceship and he basically refused to study, work out, or even go out with me. We did like nothing. But, they met a potential investigator at the rec center. However, the investigator was really trying to get them to join a pyramid scheme called TEAM or Life or something. Anyway, the dude tries to get me to join. But, everyone at this meeting is rich. So, I'm mingling and talking to people. A couple people bought me some drinks, (Word of Wisdom approved) and I pretended like I belonged there. It was pretty fun.
We went and taught a lesson with a member. He basically held us hostage and took us to Indiana/Ohio, which is about thirty minutes away. We stood in Indiana, Ohio, and Michigan all at once.It was way fun. His name's Mike DePew and hes a total redneck, but I love him.
He then took us out to Sister Pickford's house. Oh man, the Pickfords are dope! They have chickens and goats running around, I have pictures I should send home but it'll take me a while to do it. So, I'm chasing these animals around and just having a blast. But, the goat almost charges me so I was scared.
It snowed about four inches on Thursday. Then, it was 60 and sunny on Friday and it all melted. There's a giant Santa Clause downtown holding a "Happy Holidays" sign. Come on now, just say Merry Christmas. It's ridiculous how politically correct we have to be.
But, it's not all fun and games. We were doorknocking and a guy with a giant Mr. Weddle beard (EMS alumni know what I'm sayin') comes out and yells, "Get lost!" like six times and I book it out of there. As we leave his yard he throws a beer can at us. It was so funny.
I keep voice recording my adventures. We can all listen to them and have a big party when I'm home. I didn't get the kind where you can extract the memos because it was expensive.
Anyways, people can write me if they want. Transfers are coming up in three weeks. I'm not sure if I'm staying or going. We'll see. It's cool though either way, because I love Coldwater now. All these crazy people are so entertaining. The ward members are so nice and love having us around, but they never feed us. It's annoying.
Stay breezy,
Big Papi.
Okay, a kid named Dustin is getting baptized next weekend. I used the Word of Wisdom in a door knocking approach with him, which is not usually a good idea. (For non members, the word of wisdom means no coffee, alcohol, tea, drugs, tobacco, etc) Somehow, he liked it. The Spirit knew something I didn't. Now, he's going to church and he's "super excited to be a Mormon." He also wants to serve a mission in a year once he's eligible. We've got a couple other promising investigators. They drove 60 miles roundtrip to make it to church yesterday. It was sweet.
I went on a trade off with the biggest goober ever, Elder Moye. I replaced him in Coldwater. Anyway, he's building a wooden spaceship and he basically refused to study, work out, or even go out with me. We did like nothing. But, they met a potential investigator at the rec center. However, the investigator was really trying to get them to join a pyramid scheme called TEAM or Life or something. Anyway, the dude tries to get me to join. But, everyone at this meeting is rich. So, I'm mingling and talking to people. A couple people bought me some drinks, (Word of Wisdom approved) and I pretended like I belonged there. It was pretty fun.
We went and taught a lesson with a member. He basically held us hostage and took us to Indiana/Ohio, which is about thirty minutes away. We stood in Indiana, Ohio, and Michigan all at once.It was way fun. His name's Mike DePew and hes a total redneck, but I love him.
He then took us out to Sister Pickford's house. Oh man, the Pickfords are dope! They have chickens and goats running around, I have pictures I should send home but it'll take me a while to do it. So, I'm chasing these animals around and just having a blast. But, the goat almost charges me so I was scared.
It snowed about four inches on Thursday. Then, it was 60 and sunny on Friday and it all melted. There's a giant Santa Clause downtown holding a "Happy Holidays" sign. Come on now, just say Merry Christmas. It's ridiculous how politically correct we have to be.
But, it's not all fun and games. We were doorknocking and a guy with a giant Mr. Weddle beard (EMS alumni know what I'm sayin') comes out and yells, "Get lost!" like six times and I book it out of there. As we leave his yard he throws a beer can at us. It was so funny.
I keep voice recording my adventures. We can all listen to them and have a big party when I'm home. I didn't get the kind where you can extract the memos because it was expensive.
Anyways, people can write me if they want. Transfers are coming up in three weeks. I'm not sure if I'm staying or going. We'll see. It's cool though either way, because I love Coldwater now. All these crazy people are so entertaining. The ward members are so nice and love having us around, but they never feed us. It's annoying.
Stay breezy,
Big Papi.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Letter #6 - November 7, 2011
Hey everyone,
Things are fantastic here in Coldwater. It's been another quick week. After the episode from last week, I saw a psychiatrist at the University of Michigan, which was cool. I went to Babylon aka the Detroit mission. It was pretty exciting to see Ann Arbor and all the students there.
But, we figured out this mental thing is not what we thought. It's actually a little more serious. But, I got a medication adjustment and everything is looking up. I feel a ton better and I'm happy. Things are seriously pretty good. I wouldn't change a lot. I'm on my way to my first baptism, which is sweet. I didn't think I'd get any in Coldwater, but now I've got faith.
Well, I hope everyone is doing well. Feel free to write me or send me free stuff.
Sincerely,
Big Papi.
Things are fantastic here in Coldwater. It's been another quick week. After the episode from last week, I saw a psychiatrist at the University of Michigan, which was cool. I went to Babylon aka the Detroit mission. It was pretty exciting to see Ann Arbor and all the students there.
But, we figured out this mental thing is not what we thought. It's actually a little more serious. But, I got a medication adjustment and everything is looking up. I feel a ton better and I'm happy. Things are seriously pretty good. I wouldn't change a lot. I'm on my way to my first baptism, which is sweet. I didn't think I'd get any in Coldwater, but now I've got faith.
Well, I hope everyone is doing well. Feel free to write me or send me free stuff.
Sincerely,
Big Papi.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Letter #5 - October 31, 2011
I aged a year this week. My hairline is receding. It's been crazy. Everything seemed normal for the most part and it was pretty fun. I was just having fun like I try to and then doing work, but then I snapped. To make a short story long...
Even though I have been medicated for a mood disorder, things didn't go well. For some reason, the same things I have been treated for have come back. So, I started thinking too much and decided that I should come home. So, I called the mission president and my parents, and I was pretty sure that's what I was going to do. But, something pulled me back and I didn't go. I decided that I'm going to stay.
Then, like three hours later, I was so confounded that I even considered going home. I laughed at the thought of going home early and just kept doing what we do. The next day was all good, no real problems at all. But then, during sacrament I got up and walked around outside and decided I should go home. I was pretty sure that's what I should do: go home, get treatment, come back when I'm feeling better. But, for some reason I didn't. Actually, Big Al gave me some really good advice. So, I'm definitely staying. But, I'm going to be seeing a psychiatrist at the University of Michigan and we're going to work it all out.
I can't give up. I can't even believe I considered it, to be honest. In the words of the Wonder Years, "Expect me standing tall, back against the wall, because what I learned was: it's not about forcing happiness, it's about not letting sadness win." So, I refuse to go that route. I've come too far to give up this early or at all. It doesn't matter what happens really, because all will be well in the end. Now, I'm ready to do what I planned on doing. Doing my job, and having fun. Everything is alright.
- Damon.
Even though I have been medicated for a mood disorder, things didn't go well. For some reason, the same things I have been treated for have come back. So, I started thinking too much and decided that I should come home. So, I called the mission president and my parents, and I was pretty sure that's what I was going to do. But, something pulled me back and I didn't go. I decided that I'm going to stay.
Then, like three hours later, I was so confounded that I even considered going home. I laughed at the thought of going home early and just kept doing what we do. The next day was all good, no real problems at all. But then, during sacrament I got up and walked around outside and decided I should go home. I was pretty sure that's what I should do: go home, get treatment, come back when I'm feeling better. But, for some reason I didn't. Actually, Big Al gave me some really good advice. So, I'm definitely staying. But, I'm going to be seeing a psychiatrist at the University of Michigan and we're going to work it all out.
I can't give up. I can't even believe I considered it, to be honest. In the words of the Wonder Years, "Expect me standing tall, back against the wall, because what I learned was: it's not about forcing happiness, it's about not letting sadness win." So, I refuse to go that route. I've come too far to give up this early or at all. It doesn't matter what happens really, because all will be well in the end. Now, I'm ready to do what I planned on doing. Doing my job, and having fun. Everything is alright.
- Damon.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Letter #4 - October 17, 2011
Hello everybody.
A pretty average week here in the field. We're about to go eat some Buffalo Wild Wings and then play some ball. Good day. Well, this week we committed a guy to baptism which is pretty cool I suppose. He's a stellar guy. I really love him but I'm getting nervous for him. I hope he continues to progress but who knows how that will go.
Things in my life are interesting. I came to an interesting conclusion. I've been thinking a lot and really trying to figure out how I can make this experience the best and put my heart into it. So, I came across a scripture in 3rd Nephi 13:21. Christ is saying to the Nephites and he says "For where your teasure is, there will your heart be also." So, that got me really thinking. Wherever my treasure is, that's where my heart is.
So, if we can make something our treasure. If we can truly study it and focus on what we know we need. If we can find our inner desire as to why we need/want it, we can somehow turn it into our treasure. And I'm not saying something we treasure, I'm talking about your TREASURE. Like the thing that you desire, the thing you dream about and what gets you through the day. So, I got to thinking, how can I apply this to missionary work?
First though, I had to take a step back and think, what is my treasure right now? I couldn't put my finger on it. It's nothing in specific. My treasure is happiness, joy, and being content. How do I achieve that? I'm not sure. So, I figured I would apply that to missionary work. If I can make a successful missionary my treasure. Then, my heart will be in this work. I just have to figure it all out first.
On a cooler note.... Two years ago I met Max Bemis. After my brother's wedding, we came across each other and I got to talk to him about our conditions. One of the coolest experiences of my life. Awesome situation.
Well, till next time...
-Damon aka DJ smoove.
A pretty average week here in the field. We're about to go eat some Buffalo Wild Wings and then play some ball. Good day. Well, this week we committed a guy to baptism which is pretty cool I suppose. He's a stellar guy. I really love him but I'm getting nervous for him. I hope he continues to progress but who knows how that will go.
Things in my life are interesting. I came to an interesting conclusion. I've been thinking a lot and really trying to figure out how I can make this experience the best and put my heart into it. So, I came across a scripture in 3rd Nephi 13:21. Christ is saying to the Nephites and he says "For where your teasure is, there will your heart be also." So, that got me really thinking. Wherever my treasure is, that's where my heart is.
So, if we can make something our treasure. If we can truly study it and focus on what we know we need. If we can find our inner desire as to why we need/want it, we can somehow turn it into our treasure. And I'm not saying something we treasure, I'm talking about your TREASURE. Like the thing that you desire, the thing you dream about and what gets you through the day. So, I got to thinking, how can I apply this to missionary work?
First though, I had to take a step back and think, what is my treasure right now? I couldn't put my finger on it. It's nothing in specific. My treasure is happiness, joy, and being content. How do I achieve that? I'm not sure. So, I figured I would apply that to missionary work. If I can make a successful missionary my treasure. Then, my heart will be in this work. I just have to figure it all out first.
On a cooler note.... Two years ago I met Max Bemis. After my brother's wedding, we came across each other and I got to talk to him about our conditions. One of the coolest experiences of my life. Awesome situation.
Well, till next time...
-Damon aka DJ smoove.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Letter #3 - October 3rd, 2011
Well, it's another p-day. It's been a good week but it's had its ups and downs. The people still generally don't want to listen to us. We've knocked a ton of doors this week and gotten some invitations back.
Today we taught a lesson to a lady and we hope she pans out. We could have potentially three baptisms this transfer if we continue to work. This weekend we didn't get a lot done, but that's because it was general conference.
Hopefully everyone back home is doing good. I miss a lot of you, but there are things I definitely do not miss about home. Like money, school, work, relationships, finding stuff to do or anything like that. I pretty much have a focus and what not, it's pretty cool. There a million other missionaries who feel the same way.
This week we did service for this redneck family, the De Pews. They are building a house, by themselves, and needed our help. I did what I could, but I wasn't a ton of help. But, afterward Granda De Pew cooked us some chili. It ended up getting us sick, but that's not the point. He offered me a red pepper, and Elder Yeck challenged me to eat it, so I did. It was the hottest thing I've ever eaten in my life. I drink three glasses of milk, and juice, and I thought was going to throw up. I run outside and I ask his son where I should do it, in his redneck voice he says, "Uhhh, I dunno. Wherever. I'm sure the dog's will get it." Yeah, that's how the people are. It was pretty funny.
I buzzed my head today. It's super short, probably the shortest it's been in like 10 years. It's the only way to go. I'm a missionary so it doesn't matter how I look. Plus, Michigan women have facial hair. But, I don't know what else to say.
Here's another story for the journal. This old dude named Byron stopped us. Apparently he was a member but hasn't been to church in 30 years. He wants to go back to church he says. But, he was totally wasted. He completely forgot his home address and phone number. We chatted and he told us some stories. Apparently this dude has been hit by a car, fallen down a hill, wrecked a car into a tree and a bunch of other stuff. He's insanely hilarious. He gets ready to leave on his bike, and as he's pulling out, he almost immediately get's hit by a car. A drunk guy. On a bike. Riding down the highway. It's not healthy, but it's hilarious. You have to learn to love these people.
Well, I'm about done. I love you all, good bye.
Today we taught a lesson to a lady and we hope she pans out. We could have potentially three baptisms this transfer if we continue to work. This weekend we didn't get a lot done, but that's because it was general conference.
Hopefully everyone back home is doing good. I miss a lot of you, but there are things I definitely do not miss about home. Like money, school, work, relationships, finding stuff to do or anything like that. I pretty much have a focus and what not, it's pretty cool. There a million other missionaries who feel the same way.
This week we did service for this redneck family, the De Pews. They are building a house, by themselves, and needed our help. I did what I could, but I wasn't a ton of help. But, afterward Granda De Pew cooked us some chili. It ended up getting us sick, but that's not the point. He offered me a red pepper, and Elder Yeck challenged me to eat it, so I did. It was the hottest thing I've ever eaten in my life. I drink three glasses of milk, and juice, and I thought was going to throw up. I run outside and I ask his son where I should do it, in his redneck voice he says, "Uhhh, I dunno. Wherever. I'm sure the dog's will get it." Yeah, that's how the people are. It was pretty funny.
I buzzed my head today. It's super short, probably the shortest it's been in like 10 years. It's the only way to go. I'm a missionary so it doesn't matter how I look. Plus, Michigan women have facial hair. But, I don't know what else to say.
Here's another story for the journal. This old dude named Byron stopped us. Apparently he was a member but hasn't been to church in 30 years. He wants to go back to church he says. But, he was totally wasted. He completely forgot his home address and phone number. We chatted and he told us some stories. Apparently this dude has been hit by a car, fallen down a hill, wrecked a car into a tree and a bunch of other stuff. He's insanely hilarious. He gets ready to leave on his bike, and as he's pulling out, he almost immediately get's hit by a car. A drunk guy. On a bike. Riding down the highway. It's not healthy, but it's hilarious. You have to learn to love these people.
Well, I'm about done. I love you all, good bye.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Letter #2 - September 26th, 2011
Hello outside world, another P-Day is here. It's my first one in the state of Michigan. I've been here for almost a week now. My area is called Coldwater. It's a town of about 10,000 in southern Michigan. My new address is:
Elder Damon Chlarson
28 West State Street #23
Coldwater, MI 49036
Basically the deal is that Coldwater hates Mormons. People spit at us, cuss at us, tell me I'm going to hell, and all kinds of crazyness. It's been the weirdest thing of my life. Nobody opens their doors and lets us talk to them. They either pretend to be gone or slam it in our faces. My new companion is cool though. His name is Elder Yeck and he's hilarious. He's been out here for about a year now, so that's cool.
I'm enjoying it, but it's very tough at times. There are moments when I just want to get up and go home. But, during those times I just remember it's not for me, it's for the Lord. I know there's at least one person in Coldwater, MI who is ready to accept the gospel. I just have to keep searching. I'll be here for the next 3-6 months. We'll see how it goes.
We're working with this ex-pentecostal preacher named Anton. He's super interested in the Gospel and he's reading the Book of Mormon, I hope he's ready to make these changes. On Friday, the funniest thing happened. We knocked on this white trash door and this guy opens up. We get to talking and he goes off, he's yelling about Area 51 and extra-terrestrial life and he's telling us we have no clue what we're talking about. He asks me why God won't speak to him right now and he's insane. This dude is dropping f-bombs and stuff. Elder Yeck distracts him while I talk to his brother in law who is a less-active member. He's interested in meeting again so we'll see how that goes.
I miss everyone so much. If anybody has written me and I didn't write back it's because I didn't have your return address. See you soon.
Elder Damon Chlarson
28 West State Street #23
Coldwater, MI 49036
Basically the deal is that Coldwater hates Mormons. People spit at us, cuss at us, tell me I'm going to hell, and all kinds of crazyness. It's been the weirdest thing of my life. Nobody opens their doors and lets us talk to them. They either pretend to be gone or slam it in our faces. My new companion is cool though. His name is Elder Yeck and he's hilarious. He's been out here for about a year now, so that's cool.
I'm enjoying it, but it's very tough at times. There are moments when I just want to get up and go home. But, during those times I just remember it's not for me, it's for the Lord. I know there's at least one person in Coldwater, MI who is ready to accept the gospel. I just have to keep searching. I'll be here for the next 3-6 months. We'll see how it goes.
We're working with this ex-pentecostal preacher named Anton. He's super interested in the Gospel and he's reading the Book of Mormon, I hope he's ready to make these changes. On Friday, the funniest thing happened. We knocked on this white trash door and this guy opens up. We get to talking and he goes off, he's yelling about Area 51 and extra-terrestrial life and he's telling us we have no clue what we're talking about. He asks me why God won't speak to him right now and he's insane. This dude is dropping f-bombs and stuff. Elder Yeck distracts him while I talk to his brother in law who is a less-active member. He's interested in meeting again so we'll see how that goes.
I miss everyone so much. If anybody has written me and I didn't write back it's because I didn't have your return address. See you soon.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Letter #1 - September 6th, 2011
This is for Facebook/missionary blog:
Hello all, this is "Elder Chlarson" from the MTC. It's my P-day so I'm emailin' and laundry-ing. It's a nice break, even though they won't let us play basketball today.
Alright, though, it's been about 7 days since I left Ephrata. So far, I love it. Seriously, I can't think of a better thing to be doing. There are no grades, no money worries, no girl worries, and food is provided. I want to get out of here though and get out to the field very badly.
The whole fun of it is my district though. My main homies are Elder Masters and Elder Fletcher. But I get along and joke with all the others. I'm pretty sure we met in the pre-existence. My companion and I get along pretty well. We are very very different. He's from Salt Lake City, I'm from Ephrata. He's majoring in computer science; I'm majoring in English and writing. I drink tons of Mountain Dew, he's never had one. He had a caffeinated beverage once on accident, it was Sunkist. Funny stuff. He loves to plan and I love to wing it with the lessons.
It's been a little tough sleeping sometimes. Overall though, I'm doing well in that category. We woke up 6:30 at first, but the showers were taken. Now we wake up at 6:13 and book it to the showers. It's pretty fun though. Our room is the party room. We just hang out and make fun of each other. It's like a dorm room but with more spiritual uplifting activities.
I've been reading so much of the Book of Mormon. It's pretty cool how many amazing things are in there. My testimony has pretty much tripled. I love teaching. It's a big high for me. I just go in there, tell personal stories, bear my testimony and connect with the investigator. Our investigators are fake, but they never break character and are pretty difficult.
Um, I don't know what else to say. For the first time, I feel like I belong somewhere. It just feels so right. There isn't a lot I'd change and I love that. Sure, I miss my family and friends, but I'm not homesick. I'm excited for the day we reunite and I step off that plane, but that's a long ways off and there's a ton of life to be lived.
If there are any attractive Mormon girls who would want to write to and send packages to a young, attractive missionary named Elder Chlarson, I'd be totally cool with it. Actually, I'd love it. Mail is a huge highlight of our day.
Elder Damon Chlarson
MTC Mailbox #112
MI-LAN 0921
Provo, UT 84604-7913
Thank you all.
Hello all, this is "Elder Chlarson" from the MTC. It's my P-day so I'm emailin' and laundry-ing. It's a nice break, even though they won't let us play basketball today.
Alright, though, it's been about 7 days since I left Ephrata. So far, I love it. Seriously, I can't think of a better thing to be doing. There are no grades, no money worries, no girl worries, and food is provided. I want to get out of here though and get out to the field very badly.
The whole fun of it is my district though. My main homies are Elder Masters and Elder Fletcher. But I get along and joke with all the others. I'm pretty sure we met in the pre-existence. My companion and I get along pretty well. We are very very different. He's from Salt Lake City, I'm from Ephrata. He's majoring in computer science; I'm majoring in English and writing. I drink tons of Mountain Dew, he's never had one. He had a caffeinated beverage once on accident, it was Sunkist. Funny stuff. He loves to plan and I love to wing it with the lessons.
It's been a little tough sleeping sometimes. Overall though, I'm doing well in that category. We woke up 6:30 at first, but the showers were taken. Now we wake up at 6:13 and book it to the showers. It's pretty fun though. Our room is the party room. We just hang out and make fun of each other. It's like a dorm room but with more spiritual uplifting activities.
I've been reading so much of the Book of Mormon. It's pretty cool how many amazing things are in there. My testimony has pretty much tripled. I love teaching. It's a big high for me. I just go in there, tell personal stories, bear my testimony and connect with the investigator. Our investigators are fake, but they never break character and are pretty difficult.
Um, I don't know what else to say. For the first time, I feel like I belong somewhere. It just feels so right. There isn't a lot I'd change and I love that. Sure, I miss my family and friends, but I'm not homesick. I'm excited for the day we reunite and I step off that plane, but that's a long ways off and there's a ton of life to be lived.
If there are any attractive Mormon girls who would want to write to and send packages to a young, attractive missionary named Elder Chlarson, I'd be totally cool with it. Actually, I'd love it. Mail is a huge highlight of our day.
Elder Damon Chlarson
MTC Mailbox #112
MI-LAN 0921
Provo, UT 84604-7913
Thank you all.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
MTC
The purpose of this blog is to record Damon's mission. I will be posting his letters and e-mails here.
Since there is nothing today I will fill in the gap:
Damon is in the MTC and loving the cereal they serve at every meal.
Since there is nothing today I will fill in the gap:
Damon is in the MTC and loving the cereal they serve at every meal.
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