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"...and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings... these are a few of my favorite things!" from The Sound of Music This week was indescribably AWESOME! There are various explanations why it turned out to be so splendid. Said explanations will be discussed in the following paragraph(s). First off, a delicious package was received! (Thanks Mom!) It was received on an unforgettable Tuesday morning and it had my two favorite things inside: skirts and medicine! Wahoo! Oh and a chocolate bar:) that was good while it lasted :) It made me laugh to read my mom’s note and see that she had written “a lot of Chocolate”…perhaps in a universe where sugar doesn’t exist is the only place where 1 candy bar would be one too many ;) or it could be the Nicaragua Postal worker got hungry and ate a lot of the “A lot of Chocolate”. Just know that the package was well received. *note from mamabee…I had put in 2 big bags of reeses pnut butter cups, a bunch of kit kats and other favorites..grrrrr) Other favorite things..Little old ladies!!!! In Nicaragua there are two types of man-huddles. 1. The teenage boys who are waiting to play futbol in the street, and 2. The semi-drunk buddies who have nothing better to do. The first group is pretty chill. You’ve just got to kick the ball a few times with them and then they’re your instant friends and a great set of extra-eyes to watch out for you. The second shady group is a bit more difficult. You’ve got to walk quickly at the side of your companion and look straight ahead, all the while listening to their terrible language and jeers. This last week we passed by a particularly rough group, the which was well on their way to being completely drunk at 10 A.M. We kept to the standard procedure but they were being unusually valiant today. One foolishly brave lad jumped up real close and followed us. His beer stained breath saying such vile things. We kept our cool though and made it to the member who was sitting outside her house watching the whole gross scene. We promptly said “Hi, Hna Helen, How are you? Can we share a message with you right now? In your house please.” She didn’t look like she was listening, but she replied “Sure, sure, Hermanas, just wait for me two moments.” The hefty Hma. Helen lifted herself from her chair and started waddling towards the way that we had just come. Upon drawing close to the grouped men, she put her hands on her large hips and began the greatest chastises known to man. I wouldn’t know how to translate its awesomeness, but it had a “don’t-make-me-snap-my-fingers-in-a-Z-formation” type of attitude. I love Hma. Helen and her valiance in dealing with drunk men. And General Conference was amazing! Wasn’t the spirit just raining in those sessions? I could feel it so strong, just leading and guiding in my note-taking and listening. I know Thomas S. Monson is a prophet, that he and the twelve apostles are ordained of God to be special witnesses of Jesus Christ. By following their counsel, we are happier! We are more blessed! We become more like our perfect example, Jesus Christ. Surely it was they (and us) of whom God spake to Abraham concerning the many noble and great and good souls that were organized before the world was, saying “These will I make my rulers.” (Abr. 3:22-23) May we follow their teaching and reach our goal… Exaltation! --Hermana Beatty This is a cloud from the Nicaraguans point of view :) papusas with little old Nicaraguan Ladies Freshly showered and ready for General Conference
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