A dangerously acute account of 18 months in Nicaraguan Territory.
As sung by Dean Martin...
(Note: the above subject title should be taken very seriously; WARNING: this email may or may not contain graphic and exaggerated descriptions of my week)
Yesterday was a very interesting day. It all started when I woke up; but things really got going when I had finished brushing my teeth and was joyfully skipping down the Hermana hallway to the exit door at it's end. It should be noted that this door leads into a intersection for the elders hallway as well. As I energetically burst through the door, just as happy as can be, I was suddenly stopped by an abrupt object impeding the door. How odd I thought, especially considering that I had flown through the door with so much ump; I was surprised anything could stop it. I tried again, but more slowly and to my amazement the door opened just fine. Finding the source of my obstacle, I beheld an elder, lying dazedly upon the ground, wonder what hit him. Don't worry he was alright, and even more, he is from my hometown, so I don't think he is allowed to be bitter towards this rather unkind accidental action. So, the moral of this story, never stand by a door which may or may not lead to the living quarters of enthusiastic Hermanas. Following this advice will extend your mental capacity and keep you from lying half-conscious on the floor.
That's not all however. The hour was that of deportes (sports). I was just finishing my cool-down lap, with most of the elders already having left except for a few who straggled behind kicking a soccer ball around. I was just plodding along, only half listening to their conversation on trick kicks and amazing goal shots. As I turned the corner, I distinctly remember hearing Elder Day say: "the trick is waiting like this and then pounding it". Literally half a second later, a ball was in my face, my glasses were crushing my temples and my head was trying to make sense of everything. Of course I was fine, but I still appreciated the concerns of the elders. The moral of this story is to always listen entirely to conversations and don't be stupid enough to run parallel to the structure the elders call a 'goal'
Oh, but it gets even better. Immediately following deportes, off we were to lunch. Having finished our meal and simply chatting with the other Latina Hermanas, my companion so kindly told of both my embarrassments of that morning. The Hermanas laughed FOREVER and could barely stop; only to ask us which elder it was who had the unfortunate accident of kicking the ball. Seeing as lunch was almost over, it was really easy to point out and see elder Day at the other side of the cafeteria. One Hermana by the name of Mendez, grabbed her steak knife, turned around in her chair, and yelled "ELDER DAY!!" She then began to threateningly bang the knife against the head of her chair as if to say, "You better watch out". Elder Day looked surprised and perhaps a little confused, but all of the Hermanas found it hilariously funny. We laughed about it the entire day.
On a more spiritual note, I noticed the other day how much the lord answers prayers. My companion and I were............ not having a good day, due to issues that could've been avoided. After about an hour of crying and hugging Hermana Cox, We went directly to class, thinking we could handle it. My companion did, but for some reason, my tear ducts were still flowing. Our teacher Hermana Menendez took us outside and told us he was there for us, if we needed anything. Before we walked back inside, he said "one more thing: please, please stop crying, because if you keep crying, I'm going to start to cry". My little heart went "AHH!” What a kind teacher. Many more miracles were evident that day: Another teacher telling us we were his friends, a random scripture found in D & C 50, Hermana Chaves sharing stories from her mission and the elders in our district being unusually funny and sharing chocolate with us. The Lord really does clothe the lilies of the field, and feed the birds in the sky.
Attention everyone, I really need your help!! Right now I'm teaching a 17 year-old boy and honestly I have no idea how to. He loves skateboarding and video games, but it's really hard for him to pay attention during lessons and to have a desire to read. What to do? (It's like I'm teaching my little brother or something ;) )
Because this gospel is the word of god, we can all return to him one day! This plan is so great, what have we to fear?
"Being a God in Embryo, having the seeds of godhood deeply sown within him, and the power to become a god, man need not fear. He will not fail"
-Spencer W. Kimball
(or something to that effect)
hola! I'm Naomi and I love reading, my amazing family, and the color green.