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.
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