Letter #51

Sorry to end with that cliffhanger last week, but we're back to talk about laxatives and S.W.A.T. style door kicks.

So, one of our dear investigators, a chubby, middle-aged man by the name of Everson, has a son, a chubby, young-aged man by the name of João. This snazzy four year old gent was having a little bit of trouble making the browns come out of the back end. So, his caring father asked us to give him a blessing, right at the end of our visit. Be careful what you wish for.

As we were leaving, we heard a little shout.
"What's the smell??"
I took off walking fast.
"Why is there so much???"
I'm in a slow jog at his point
"Oh,  oh my, how can we clean that all up??"
Full sprint, hit the corner, don't look back

Also, this lovely lady in the branch decided, one fateful Sunday, to lock the door to the room she was in because the door kept opening. Well, the door, because of a past argument the two had had, decided it wasn't gonna open anymore.

And it didn't. Even when I stripped off that door handle, and got the lock to open, it had wedged itself soo tight that it wasn't going to budge. So it didn't.
After about forty minutes, President Carlos got a little tired of the drama and called me over. Elder, have you ever seen Mission Impossible??
A couple of times, why?
You think you can do that whole door kick thang?
I can give it a shot

Let's just say that we made it home in time for lunch.

And lastly, we had a mission tour. Elder Perrela of the Seventy came and made a little visit.
Great visit, lots of great thoughts.

The bus ride back, not so much.

We get in the station, little surprise for me, it's that luxury comfort (refrigerated, it's like more than air conditioned). (but, it also means that the windows don't open, which plays part).

I step in, nice looking bus, but everyone has a shirt or sweater over their mouth. I'm all like why, what's up here??

Take about three, four steps forward right, and then it hits me. Someone thought it was a good idea to conserve water and took a small deposit on top of another one. And then it wouldn't go down. So, it stayed there.

I slept well, won't lie. But my companion, well he's a yawner and that doesn't go so well with what was in the back of the bus.

So, lesson learned, always flush the first time.

And that's where we'll end today, got to pack the bags to leave

Swag money

Love,



Elder Sleeps with mouth open