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.
Monday, November 28, 2011
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.
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