So, transfers this week, I haven't recieved the official call yet, but President Hill told me that I'd be leaving and that my companion would be the new District Leader. So, unfortunately, I will be leaving the wonderful, beautiful, city of Itatiba. Actually, the city is pretty aweful, but the people will be missed.
SO, eighteen weeks, about 10 of them were spent trying to get Lorenzo back to church. A late afternoon Saturday visit, but it always ended up with some sort of bet to get him to church. Pool, ping pong, uno, dominoes. Somehow, I always won. So, with this news that I'd be leaving, I knew I had to make THE BET, and just trust that miracles happen.
ES- So, I'm leaving on Tuesday and won't be able to keep taking you hand in hand to church. What's it gonna take for you to go alone?
L- I think you already know; (I already knew) I want a game of Memory.
*Side note (took a while to find the astrisk key, appreciate it<- a="" add="" and="" another="" forgets="" fruit="" goes="" have="" he="" i="" it="" like="" list.="" memory="" misses="" names="" on="" or="" order="" p="" remember="" say="" someone="" the="" then="" this.="" this="" to="" until="" works="">ES- I know, the first thing you told me was that you never lost a game of Memory in your life. I'm ready.
*At this point, there was some dramatic music, and we sat at a table across from one another.
L- I'm sorry to do this to you in your last week here, but there's no other way. And prepared, there's not any way to prepare for this.
PINEAPPLE
*He literally yelled the first fruit at me :'(
ES- Jabuticaba
L- Goiaba
ES- Lichia
L-Copuaçu
........
56
We named 56 fruits, going back and forth. Who won?
Nobody. It was his turn and he was like,
You've proved yourself a worthy adversary. I'll go to church by myself now.
*TBH, I think he forgot a fruit and knew it so he desisted.
But, GET SOME
Small funny story
We were trying to teach this old DEAF catholic dude to pray and were going over the steps to a non-repetitive prayer and he asked to see the steps, so we gave him the steps and he sayed he'd pray, and so we closed our eyes bowed our heads, and he starts reading the steps of, but in a super dramatic voice
Step 1: Address Heavenly Father. We open the prayer by addressing God because he is the one we are praying to. ...
He didn't have a microphone but, dramatic voice okay.
It was really funny, we didn't even correct him, just thanked him and left
And the Perfume Salesman.
So a while back, almost four months, we baptized Itamar (who just got called as second counselor in the elders quorum, yuh), who sells gas and water (and perfume on the side, we'll get to that)
So, we're in his house, this is like two weeks ago, and he's practically throwing red, perfectly flavored steak-kabobs at us, right? And there's a bag of cologne samples on the side. I like cologne, right? And so I was like,
-Yo Ita, you thinking about buying a new cologne?
-Nah, I sell it.-Really? Never knew.
-Yeah, you like cologne? What do you think of this, its a new line.
So, I just said the first thing that came into my head when I smelled it, right?
-Red
-What do you mean "red?"
-It smells like it would be red, I don't know.
We talked a little more, I colored the rest of the perfumes, about 15, and he took some vigorous notes.
So, this week, back to the present here, he calls me up, all happy and stuff,
-Yo, Schey-Schey
-Uh huh
-I almost doubled my perfume sales this last week!
-Congrats?
-It's because of you, lemme tell ya
So, turns out that he, suprisingly intelligent guy, started doing more or less this:
Customer comes into the store, wearing a purple shirt. Which cologne you think I should buy chief? Itamar grabbed the one I labled purple and started showing it to him, explaining how the perfumes he sells all have a color code. The way he explained it to his customers, it's like matching a shirt with some shorts, they need to go together or it won't feel right. So, he started selling them these, normally the color of the shirt they were wearing. But then he was like, but you're not always gonna wear that snazzy shirt. I'll sell you this colorless one (i labeled it white) to match with all the other shirts you'll wear. I'll even sell it to you at a discounted price.
Yeah, get it Itamar, my boy putting my nose to work
But, I have to run, smell ya later, also, some pictures of my payments for Mom <3 p="">
Love,
Elder Arthur Miller
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