Transfers are in...and my companion and I are both leaving. He is going to the offices and I am going to a place called Cerro, which is down in Montevideo more or less. I don’t really know much about it. It is hard that we are both leaving; this is the second time that has happened to me, but I know the missionary who is coming in. He is a guy named Elder Hansen and there aren’t better missionaries in the world. He is one of the most sincere, obedient, and hard working guys I have ever met. It won’t surprise me when he is in the Quorum of the 12 someday. He is training in my area. I feel good leaving him our investigators. It is sad to leave when it felt like we were getting things together, but I did want to go so I am not complaining. He and his greenie are spoiled. We left them some of the best investigators I have seen my whole mission, including a family we found last week that is AMAZING. The 14 year old and 10 year old boy even participate in the lessons!! It is truly a whole family with mom and dad and brothers and sister. They are so nice! The mom cried when we said we were leaving, but also promised to keep reading and praying and of course to go to church this Sunday.
On the flipside of things, in Cerro I will be with one Elder Stevenson. He has been out a few months less than I have and they say he is really strong. He supposedly can bench 300 pounds or something like that, so I will be safe even though I am in the city. I am also excited for the opportunity to lose a few pounds, I hope. The missionaries don’t eat with members every day down there. Furthermore, I am excited because I hear I am going to be in a house of 4 missionaries. I have never done that before, but I think I will like it. A lot of missionaries say it sucks to be in a house with 4, sharing the bathroom and all that, but I think I won’t mind. I am kind of excited. You get to meet and get to know more people that way. It is a new adventure.
I feel content. I honestly feel I can tell myself that I gave Tacuarembo the best I could. I feel like with Elder Surtees and Elder Oliphant that we made a difference here. We did leave it better than we found it.
There isn’t much great to tell. I don’t have any funny stories today, nor any political rants, nor any funny jokes. I am tired. I packed this morning, and I HATE packing, and I still have to run around and say a few more goodbyes today.
Pray for me. I know God will hear you. He always hears me. But pray and remember that it makes a difference. Just because God knows everything already does not take the responsibility off of us nor the necessity to speak to Him with full purpose of heart. He knows our heart. It says in the scriptures more times than I know, "ask and ye shall receive." Understand and know that when you pray for me I feel it. I feel it when you don’t. There are some blessings God is waiting to give us if we remember to ask. "This is life eternal" to know God the Eternal Father, and His son whom He sent (John 17:3). If we want to get to know Him we have to be on frequent communication. I am praying for you and, as often as memory permits, by name. There are a lot of people to remember, but I do my best. I never really understood what MJ, my cuñado, was saying about falling asleep on your knees and being so tired, but now that I am out here as a missionary I get it. I have lost count of the times I have fallen asleep on my knees. I finally made a deal with God, because my knees hurt, that I would end the official prayer and get into bed and then keep talking to Him until I fell asleep. It is working out fine. He is always listening and it isn’t a joke. You need to converse with Him and He will give you rest.
I wish you all the best. I love you!
Andy
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Really Clever Title
So I am running out of ideas for really clever titles. At least today I can't think of anything and I don’t want to waste 2 minutes thinking about it.
Our hero continues preaching the gospel and suffering from Gastritis. He needs a transfer because this ward feeds him too much and doesn’t understand that he doesn’t want a Thanksgiving Feast with dessert every day for lunch, rather he just needs to strengthen and nourish his body. But our hero cannot offend anyone. It is a rule in Latin America that if you refuse a second plate it is because you hated the first and missionaries can’t afford to send that message to anyone. This is the first time in my mission I have openly stated a preference of what I want to happen with transfers. I need out of here. And for only one reason: my health. I feel sick! Everyday I dread eating. What makes it harder is that we have to return to the house after lunch for our studies. Here in Uruguay there is Siesta and so what would be morning studies in a normal mission are in the afternoon here. The problem is after eating lunch I want to die and studying is an impossibility as my intestines are turned upside down. And then I still have to work the rest of the afternoon. I am convinced that if I am transferred somewhere where I can choose what and when I eat I will be a lot better off. My studies are slacking and my health is slipping. One more week in Tacuarembo! Let us cross our fingers.
Having said that, I do love this area. The members are great and a missionary with a stronger stomach would do well here. I am still doing well despite the health. We are still finding and teaching, and we have a few people with baptismal dates, etc... The work continues. I try to avoid writing too many details about all the people because if I did my emails would be pretty dull for y'all. We currently do have some really nice investigators. If you want to hear about them, ask me in 2 years and we will read my handwritten journal which has a more full account of the people we are teaching.
Lately I have been really recognizing the importance of the family in society. It is no joke. The Proclamation to the World that the First Presidency sent out in 1995 is a very powerful document that I am coming to appreciate. They warn us that if we do not protect the family institution that all the calamities and disasters foretold by the prophets will come upon us. I believe that. Let me explain.
Uruguay is not the strongest country in the world, economically or politically. My heart aches for a people who I see in desperate need. This last week, there was a night we were walking home and we saw a guy crash on his bike. His 5-7 year old son was following on a smaller bike. We ran up to help and discovered the man to be the definition of inebriated, absolutely plastered, drunk! We helped him to his feet and he started spouting off some stuff about "Good Old Joseph Smith" and stumbling all around. The cute little boy went and put the chain on his dad’s bike back on track and said, "I put the chain on for you. Let’s go home." And then the little kid eagerly remounted his own little bicycle and awaited his father. The man was still spouting off random stuff about Joe Smith and the Gold Bible and I really wanted to take that kid and adopt him that minute. The drunk fell back down because he couldn’t even stand up straight! I couldn’t help but cry a little. My companion whispered some encouraging words to the kid while I told the drunk he needed to get his act together and helped him to his bike. I think that was the saddest thing I have ever seen in my life: That poor little kid following his stumbling father in the dark.
The tragedy of a story like that, and many other experiences I have had here, is that it is not just one time. But as literally as that little boy was falling his "stumbling father in the dark" it is as spiritually applicable. I tire of seeing the kids here follow the examples of their parents. But it is a psychological reality. Children very often become like their parents. We studied it in psychology and it is more than a good correlation. Take me for example. What do I want to do? I want to get my doctorate someday and teach in the meanwhile until I can someday be a professor. Who is my father? A teacher who got his doctorate who currently does work as a professor. Look at my brothers! There isn’t a single one that doesn’t talk about the possibility of wanting to be a teacher! College grads raise kids who want to be college grads. We learn from our parents. We often follow their example, because it is something with which we are familiar. Ahora, let’s try to count how many families I know in this ward and my last that have both mother and father. I can count them on 2 hands!!! Now let’s count how many pregnant 14-20 year old girls with no boy in sight I know of EVEN inside the church. In just 2 mission areas the number is in the 20´s.
One thing that breaks my heart about this country is seeing the youth not live up to its potential. In a country with education completely free, including university studies, how many students even graduate from their high school education? The last statistic I heard was around 1 in 5!! And I see it too. I am with these people every day. And then these drop outs live off of their socialist government welfare and pass the tradition on to their children, who in most cases are following in a pattern of a low standard of living, dropping out of school as well because everyone else is doing it and their parents are no example, and the cycle goes on and on. What is the remedy? What is the only solution? And now we arrive at the point of all of this, including the reason I am here as a missionary. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is the answer.
People that live the gospel, understand the principles, do what the church teaches us to do, are the people that will finish their studies, that try to have a good job so that they can provide for a family, a family with father and mother who serve as equal partners in raising children that will hopefully set similar goals for their futures. Of course it isn’t easy or perfect. And I am not so naive as to think that everybody who keeps the commandments and tries living the gospel has an enchanted life with a perfect family. I know that it isn’t easy or perfect, that there are casualties on all sides, even in families that are trying to be centered in the gospel, but I would guess that those that are living gospel standards are seeing better results. I am beginning to recognize the importance of having a family based on Gospel Principles. Or at least even a family based on any principles.
I love the people here SO much!!! I want so badly for them to make their lives better. Whenever I teach a young person the lessons, I always apply it to their young lives and tell them they need to graduate from school. Sometimes I care as much that they graduate from school as I care if they get baptized. I testify that the gospel of Jesus Christ blesses families. That the Gospel is the answer. If a society neglects the importance of the family, the economy is worsened, the education is worsened, the politics get dirty and full of empty promises, and the people suffer. I have always heard these things my whole life, but never experienced them for myself because I lived a sheltered life in West Jordan Utah and these problems didn’t exist to me. Now that I see them every day I understand. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is the answer for our spiritual salvation, but, even on a temporal level, we need to live gospel standards or our societies will struggle. I am not suggesting forcing people to do anything--on a political level I state no opinion right now--but as a missionary I say very boldly that I will teach this message until I die if it means I can help some families change their lives and find, if only in their own homes, heaven.
I love you all. Sorry about preaching to you all. You know I am opinionated and a man of many words. I hope you take special notice of the word "man," because this month I turn 20 and I have decided I am officially a man. Someone needs to watch the Man From Snowy River for me and tell me all the requirements of manhood so that I can ensure I have arrived. Take care! I love you!!
Andy
Our hero continues preaching the gospel and suffering from Gastritis. He needs a transfer because this ward feeds him too much and doesn’t understand that he doesn’t want a Thanksgiving Feast with dessert every day for lunch, rather he just needs to strengthen and nourish his body. But our hero cannot offend anyone. It is a rule in Latin America that if you refuse a second plate it is because you hated the first and missionaries can’t afford to send that message to anyone. This is the first time in my mission I have openly stated a preference of what I want to happen with transfers. I need out of here. And for only one reason: my health. I feel sick! Everyday I dread eating. What makes it harder is that we have to return to the house after lunch for our studies. Here in Uruguay there is Siesta and so what would be morning studies in a normal mission are in the afternoon here. The problem is after eating lunch I want to die and studying is an impossibility as my intestines are turned upside down. And then I still have to work the rest of the afternoon. I am convinced that if I am transferred somewhere where I can choose what and when I eat I will be a lot better off. My studies are slacking and my health is slipping. One more week in Tacuarembo! Let us cross our fingers.
Having said that, I do love this area. The members are great and a missionary with a stronger stomach would do well here. I am still doing well despite the health. We are still finding and teaching, and we have a few people with baptismal dates, etc... The work continues. I try to avoid writing too many details about all the people because if I did my emails would be pretty dull for y'all. We currently do have some really nice investigators. If you want to hear about them, ask me in 2 years and we will read my handwritten journal which has a more full account of the people we are teaching.
Lately I have been really recognizing the importance of the family in society. It is no joke. The Proclamation to the World that the First Presidency sent out in 1995 is a very powerful document that I am coming to appreciate. They warn us that if we do not protect the family institution that all the calamities and disasters foretold by the prophets will come upon us. I believe that. Let me explain.
Uruguay is not the strongest country in the world, economically or politically. My heart aches for a people who I see in desperate need. This last week, there was a night we were walking home and we saw a guy crash on his bike. His 5-7 year old son was following on a smaller bike. We ran up to help and discovered the man to be the definition of inebriated, absolutely plastered, drunk! We helped him to his feet and he started spouting off some stuff about "Good Old Joseph Smith" and stumbling all around. The cute little boy went and put the chain on his dad’s bike back on track and said, "I put the chain on for you. Let’s go home." And then the little kid eagerly remounted his own little bicycle and awaited his father. The man was still spouting off random stuff about Joe Smith and the Gold Bible and I really wanted to take that kid and adopt him that minute. The drunk fell back down because he couldn’t even stand up straight! I couldn’t help but cry a little. My companion whispered some encouraging words to the kid while I told the drunk he needed to get his act together and helped him to his bike. I think that was the saddest thing I have ever seen in my life: That poor little kid following his stumbling father in the dark.
The tragedy of a story like that, and many other experiences I have had here, is that it is not just one time. But as literally as that little boy was falling his "stumbling father in the dark" it is as spiritually applicable. I tire of seeing the kids here follow the examples of their parents. But it is a psychological reality. Children very often become like their parents. We studied it in psychology and it is more than a good correlation. Take me for example. What do I want to do? I want to get my doctorate someday and teach in the meanwhile until I can someday be a professor. Who is my father? A teacher who got his doctorate who currently does work as a professor. Look at my brothers! There isn’t a single one that doesn’t talk about the possibility of wanting to be a teacher! College grads raise kids who want to be college grads. We learn from our parents. We often follow their example, because it is something with which we are familiar. Ahora, let’s try to count how many families I know in this ward and my last that have both mother and father. I can count them on 2 hands!!! Now let’s count how many pregnant 14-20 year old girls with no boy in sight I know of EVEN inside the church. In just 2 mission areas the number is in the 20´s.
One thing that breaks my heart about this country is seeing the youth not live up to its potential. In a country with education completely free, including university studies, how many students even graduate from their high school education? The last statistic I heard was around 1 in 5!! And I see it too. I am with these people every day. And then these drop outs live off of their socialist government welfare and pass the tradition on to their children, who in most cases are following in a pattern of a low standard of living, dropping out of school as well because everyone else is doing it and their parents are no example, and the cycle goes on and on. What is the remedy? What is the only solution? And now we arrive at the point of all of this, including the reason I am here as a missionary. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is the answer.
People that live the gospel, understand the principles, do what the church teaches us to do, are the people that will finish their studies, that try to have a good job so that they can provide for a family, a family with father and mother who serve as equal partners in raising children that will hopefully set similar goals for their futures. Of course it isn’t easy or perfect. And I am not so naive as to think that everybody who keeps the commandments and tries living the gospel has an enchanted life with a perfect family. I know that it isn’t easy or perfect, that there are casualties on all sides, even in families that are trying to be centered in the gospel, but I would guess that those that are living gospel standards are seeing better results. I am beginning to recognize the importance of having a family based on Gospel Principles. Or at least even a family based on any principles.
I love the people here SO much!!! I want so badly for them to make their lives better. Whenever I teach a young person the lessons, I always apply it to their young lives and tell them they need to graduate from school. Sometimes I care as much that they graduate from school as I care if they get baptized. I testify that the gospel of Jesus Christ blesses families. That the Gospel is the answer. If a society neglects the importance of the family, the economy is worsened, the education is worsened, the politics get dirty and full of empty promises, and the people suffer. I have always heard these things my whole life, but never experienced them for myself because I lived a sheltered life in West Jordan Utah and these problems didn’t exist to me. Now that I see them every day I understand. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is the answer for our spiritual salvation, but, even on a temporal level, we need to live gospel standards or our societies will struggle. I am not suggesting forcing people to do anything--on a political level I state no opinion right now--but as a missionary I say very boldly that I will teach this message until I die if it means I can help some families change their lives and find, if only in their own homes, heaven.
I love you all. Sorry about preaching to you all. You know I am opinionated and a man of many words. I hope you take special notice of the word "man," because this month I turn 20 and I have decided I am officially a man. Someone needs to watch the Man From Snowy River for me and tell me all the requirements of manhood so that I can ensure I have arrived. Take care! I love you!!
Andy
Monday, August 4, 2008
There was a time I loved dogs
All the movies always depict the pound as this scary evil place that snatches up the dogs. I am very grateful to be from the United States where we have a pound. I have been trying to count how many dogs more or less "live" on my street. I have counted up past 40 and I am done counting. There are more. This dog lover is starting to lose his patience. Last night at 3 in the morning they decided to have a concert. I tried counting the different barks there were. There were over 15. But counting dog barks is not like counting sheep; it does not help you sleep at all. I found myself fantasizing that if I only had a gun... I am sure a good few weeks in the states and I will love dogs again, but I am kind of sick of them to be honest.
There isn’t much to tell. We gave a 14 year old girl that has been going to church with her friend for 5 months a baptismal date. We are dropping the investigators that failed to go to church 3 weeks in a row. We are on the hunt.
One thing that makes me sad is that SO many missionaries, upon being rejected, take the attitude: "well, I gave them their chance. Too bad for them. My hands are clean of their blood." And I understand that thought process; I am not free of it at times. Paul in the New Testament was that way when he taught the Jews. "My hands are clean of your blood! I am going now to the gentiles!" My only problem with it is it sometimes seems very uncharitable. I want nothing to do with any type of thought process that doesn’t show love for my fellow men. It is hard when you teach someone, and you know they feel it, and you know they believe it, but they are just too lazy to change their lives. It hurts because we want SOO bad that they can make their lives better through the church and through faith in Jesus Christ. In my interviews with the president I mentioned, "I am fine, it makes me sad sometimes when people hate us before we even talk to them..." And what he said to me was, "The Savior said ‘They Hated Me before they hated you’." I was thinking about that, and that advice does me no good. I don’t want them to hate Him, my Savior. That actually makes me sadder than them hating me. I am really placing an emphasis this week on remembering charity. I found myself as we dropped some investigators thinking, "they will regret that someday." I didn’t like it. That isn’t me. So I have taken to reading Corinthians 13 every morning.
Anyway, I hope everyone is doing well. I gotta go. Take care and remember to love them that hate you and do good to them that despitefully use you, etc... I love you all!!
Andy
There isn’t much to tell. We gave a 14 year old girl that has been going to church with her friend for 5 months a baptismal date. We are dropping the investigators that failed to go to church 3 weeks in a row. We are on the hunt.
One thing that makes me sad is that SO many missionaries, upon being rejected, take the attitude: "well, I gave them their chance. Too bad for them. My hands are clean of their blood." And I understand that thought process; I am not free of it at times. Paul in the New Testament was that way when he taught the Jews. "My hands are clean of your blood! I am going now to the gentiles!" My only problem with it is it sometimes seems very uncharitable. I want nothing to do with any type of thought process that doesn’t show love for my fellow men. It is hard when you teach someone, and you know they feel it, and you know they believe it, but they are just too lazy to change their lives. It hurts because we want SOO bad that they can make their lives better through the church and through faith in Jesus Christ. In my interviews with the president I mentioned, "I am fine, it makes me sad sometimes when people hate us before we even talk to them..." And what he said to me was, "The Savior said ‘They Hated Me before they hated you’." I was thinking about that, and that advice does me no good. I don’t want them to hate Him, my Savior. That actually makes me sadder than them hating me. I am really placing an emphasis this week on remembering charity. I found myself as we dropped some investigators thinking, "they will regret that someday." I didn’t like it. That isn’t me. So I have taken to reading Corinthians 13 every morning.
Anyway, I hope everyone is doing well. I gotta go. Take care and remember to love them that hate you and do good to them that despitefully use you, etc... I love you all!!
Andy
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Can Soap Be Dirty?
So I was taking my shower the other day—and one quick fun fact about Uruguay is that the bathrooms are horrible and I will show you all pictures someday. So the toilet and the shower are basically in the same spot in our bathroom. Most bathrooms here are only 3 feet by 3 feet, so the toilet and the TP always get soaked every time one showers. Anyway, so the inevitable finally happened. My whole mission I have known at some point I would accidentally drop my soap in the toilet. It happened. I stood there in the slow drips of my shower, (we shower in drips because we only have 3 minutes of hot water, but if you do it in slower drips you can have 6 minutes of hot drips), and I just stood there looking at my wonderful strawberry scented soap bar sitting in the toilet bowl. It was a very tough moment for me. I thought about it: Can soap be dirty? If I reach in and pull it out I can still use it right? Soap is pure cleanliness. I could scrape off a layer I guess and still use it, but it is pretty small already... And, after a minute of thinking about it, I decided I didn’t need to be cheap or super desperate and I just opened a new bar of soap. But I still ask the question, can soap be dirty?
So we had a baptism on Saturday of one Noelia Melina Nuñez Benitez, a 10 year old girl who is smarter than I was when I was 16. We have been working with the family and activating the family for a few months. I didn’t want to push it. And finally they asked us if she could be baptized. It is always good when they ask, and she asked for herself. We didn’t even have to challenge her. I really like doing it that way sometimes. Anyway, she is SO amazing. I love this family so much. They are such a good family. The dad has always been going, but the mom no. The mom is coming back and the dad comes every week with his daughter. They are SO cool. The dad Freddy is a super stud and served a mission back in the 90s here in Uruguay. Anyway, it was the best baptismal service I have been a part of here in Uruguay. The whole extended family came, and there were musical numbers; there were a lot of people that came to support her. Anyway, I was gonna say why she is so smart. She asks really profound questions that most at that age would never think of. "Why did Jesus have to suffer so much if so many were still going to reject him in the end?", "How does God answer a prayer no? I have prayed to know if the Book of Mormon is true and I felt the good feelings of the spirit so I know that it is true and was answered yes, but how does God say no?" etc... She is very sensitive to the spirit. When we started teaching her it was because she had said "Today in church I felt something really good inside. I just didn’t want to leave." After she said that her dad explained the Holy Ghost and the teaching began and 2 weeks later she was baptized.
I normally am not too excited for teaching little kids, but I daresay she was one of the best investigators I have had my whole mission. And I really think she will stay faithful in the church. She has been working on her mom. She is 10!! But she has been saying "mom, I want you to say prayers with us as a family every night", because she had recognized her mom would never actually say the prayer she would only listen. She will stay faithful. She already has friends asking her at school why she was going to the Mormon church and she just simply told them she believed and invited them to come to her baptism and some actually came. She is an amazing little girl.
We have some other possible baptisms coming up, and some really good investigators. The theme is getting them to go to church. It isn’t part of the Uruguay culture to get up on Sunday and do anything for 3 hours, unless that 3 hour activity is sitting home and drinking Mate. It is really hard to find people that are willing to go to church. I tend to give investigators 2 weeks of teaching without going to church as a maximum, and if they don’t go after that I just want to drop them. It is rare that I want to visit someone into a third week if they haven’t gone to church yet. We are looking for the elect and the elect will be willing to walk a few blocks to church on Sunday mornings.
So one last story para terminar: we clapped a door the other day (because clapping is what you do here, you rarely knock on someone’s door). It was a door already open and I saw the lady sitting at a table in her chair. We made eye contact. I don’t know who she thought she was kidding. She all the sudden drops to the floor under the table. We can still see her. She begins crawling across the floor to the other room and we watch her push aside the curtain of a door that separated that front room from the other room. She crawled out of sight and the curtain closed. ... ... I just can’t believe we are that pesado to some people that they can’t even come say "no thanks." It was comical.
I hope everyone is well and that you are all behaving and keeping the commandments. Take care!! Love you all!!
Andy
So we had a baptism on Saturday of one Noelia Melina Nuñez Benitez, a 10 year old girl who is smarter than I was when I was 16. We have been working with the family and activating the family for a few months. I didn’t want to push it. And finally they asked us if she could be baptized. It is always good when they ask, and she asked for herself. We didn’t even have to challenge her. I really like doing it that way sometimes. Anyway, she is SO amazing. I love this family so much. They are such a good family. The dad has always been going, but the mom no. The mom is coming back and the dad comes every week with his daughter. They are SO cool. The dad Freddy is a super stud and served a mission back in the 90s here in Uruguay. Anyway, it was the best baptismal service I have been a part of here in Uruguay. The whole extended family came, and there were musical numbers; there were a lot of people that came to support her. Anyway, I was gonna say why she is so smart. She asks really profound questions that most at that age would never think of. "Why did Jesus have to suffer so much if so many were still going to reject him in the end?", "How does God answer a prayer no? I have prayed to know if the Book of Mormon is true and I felt the good feelings of the spirit so I know that it is true and was answered yes, but how does God say no?" etc... She is very sensitive to the spirit. When we started teaching her it was because she had said "Today in church I felt something really good inside. I just didn’t want to leave." After she said that her dad explained the Holy Ghost and the teaching began and 2 weeks later she was baptized.
I normally am not too excited for teaching little kids, but I daresay she was one of the best investigators I have had my whole mission. And I really think she will stay faithful in the church. She has been working on her mom. She is 10!! But she has been saying "mom, I want you to say prayers with us as a family every night", because she had recognized her mom would never actually say the prayer she would only listen. She will stay faithful. She already has friends asking her at school why she was going to the Mormon church and she just simply told them she believed and invited them to come to her baptism and some actually came. She is an amazing little girl.
We have some other possible baptisms coming up, and some really good investigators. The theme is getting them to go to church. It isn’t part of the Uruguay culture to get up on Sunday and do anything for 3 hours, unless that 3 hour activity is sitting home and drinking Mate. It is really hard to find people that are willing to go to church. I tend to give investigators 2 weeks of teaching without going to church as a maximum, and if they don’t go after that I just want to drop them. It is rare that I want to visit someone into a third week if they haven’t gone to church yet. We are looking for the elect and the elect will be willing to walk a few blocks to church on Sunday mornings.
So one last story para terminar: we clapped a door the other day (because clapping is what you do here, you rarely knock on someone’s door). It was a door already open and I saw the lady sitting at a table in her chair. We made eye contact. I don’t know who she thought she was kidding. She all the sudden drops to the floor under the table. We can still see her. She begins crawling across the floor to the other room and we watch her push aside the curtain of a door that separated that front room from the other room. She crawled out of sight and the curtain closed. ... ... I just can’t believe we are that pesado to some people that they can’t even come say "no thanks." It was comical.
I hope everyone is well and that you are all behaving and keeping the commandments. Take care!! Love you all!!
Andy
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