The Adventures of My Life

Greetings from the great state of North Carolina! How is everydoing this afternoon? Having fun enjoying your world ways? Well, this P-day has come at a good time, it was a tough week at times but I made it through. A couple days, almost all of our appoinments fell through and we didn’t have anyone to teach and we did a lot of tracking and didn’t find any success. You would be amazed to see how many hispanics are really here, especially recent. We were just teaching a guy the other day from Honduras who has been in the states for 6 months and we came back and there was another guy who listened to us who had only been here 6 days! I think we do deal with a lot of illegals, and it doesn’t make it better when 2 guys in suits come knocking at their door, I think they terrified of us! Especially when both of us are pretty big. Overall, it was a good week, but no investigators showed up to sacrament meeting again, which is a killer when you have them commit to come.

Yesterday, Elder Staheli hit another car when he was backing up. I was standing outside backing him out but at the last second I started walking to the door but he backed up a little more and hit the front of a car. Our car has a little tiny scratch, but the other guy has a dent in the front corner of the car. So, all we could do was leave a note and leave, although we should have reported it. Anyways, he called later yesterday night and came over this morning. The guy is from West Africa (Who was parked illegaly in the first place), but it is kinda turning into a mess now. Elder Staheli is bummed, I don’t know how much it’s going to cost to fix it. Anyways, so that has kind of put a damper on this morning.

Well, I keep trying to work hard on my spanish, although I do have my ups and downs. My confidence is always wavering, I can pretty much do a door approach by myself and understand the general idea of what they’re saying, but it’s rough sometimes. I get Spanish headaches. Last night, we had a fiesta at one of our recent converts house and the ward mission leader and his family was there. Oh, the food was so good, I wish we were fed more…usually about 1 or 2 week while the english missionaries get fed every day. But we had barbeque and homemade tortillas and the hottest salsa I have ever tasted. It made our ward-mission leader, who is from mexico, cry! It was awesome…I only had a little tiny bit, but that got me pretty good.

The work is going good, I’m glad to be a missionary and teach the word, even if is in broken Spanish. Thanks everyone for you letters and cards and things, I will try to reply to real mail with real mail and emails. Well, don’t really have much to say (I do, I just forgot it all) except my baseball team sucks because once I leave, they are on the verge of the world series! STUPID ASTROS!!

Con Amor,
Elder Michael Hardy