Week 25

This week has been crazy. I had my first exchange with the district leader where I actually left the area! The whole 6 months I've been out I've slept in the same bed every night. Normally you go on exchanges 2 times every transfer period (6 weeks). We got lunch at this place called 1000 degree Neapolitan pizza. It's basically a MOD pizza and they have a 5.99 deal on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So after lunch on Thursday we were biking home and I was struck by a vehicle (I think a comedian said that in a skit but I don't remember who, someone look it up for me and "return and report"). I was going down a hill and a car creeped into the crosswalk as I entered it and I hit the front end of their car, rolled on and hit the windshield and bounced into the street on the other side. I hit my head pretty hard and my back crunched the windshield pretty good and they have a few dings in the car but it's mostly all good. I rolled around in the street for about 5 seconds wondering if I was okay and got up. I just had some holes in my shirt and backpack and a really sore neck. I filled out a police report and was on my way. Walked my wobbly wheeled bike home. The front wheel was a taco and the fork was bent back so I have to replace it, about 250 bucks for the cheapest parts you can buy, which I did... 

I went to the ER and they wheeled me around everywhere. This was on exchanges so I was with my district leader. I kept telling the people pushing me that I was promised an ice cream sandwich. I would say "see what you can do for me" referring to the ice cream sandwich when they left. I never got my frozen treat. One of these days I'm gonna get the bill and I'm going to complain that I didn't even get my complimentary ice cream sandwich! I paid top dollar for that 5 hour x ray CT scan and hospital bed stay. I deserved better.

Shamoon should be getting baptized this week, he is the 13 year old from the Pakistani family. He is so ready and finally came to all 3 hours of church. He wore a grey t shirt and bright blue jeans and flip flops. That was after I told him not to wear that outfit, but oh well... He loved church. My ward mission leader won a trip to Chile so he won't be able to help this week, going to be stressful pulling this all together! 

We might have to do a guy's laundry this week. Gary is an army vet with throat cancer. He is super racist and really sick but believes God gives him everything he needs (also the reason he doesn't pray, but that's another story). He has a hard time going up stairs n stuff so we always take his trash out and get his Ensure shakes out of his truck and bring them to him. Now we are doing his laundry I guess, but he has a good heart and needs the help. Maybe he will buy us lunch or something. 

Trying to get along with my companion still. There isn't much common ground. He always has a song stuck in his head, it's not even an exaggeration, he is always singing or humming or whistling a song. I could whistle a tune once and it will get stuck in his head and I won't hear the end of it for a day or two. He is a human jukebox/broken record. I'm trying to get along with him, and I have made a Ton of progress with him, but it's still a long journey. I think he would benefit from having another companion and seeing the differences in other companionship. Not sure he fully trusts my way of doing the work so there is a lot of friction, I'm sure he will struggle with that most of his mission. 

Still recovering from the accident, but I'm good. Stiff but can still play basketball on p day... The work continues and the biking up hills never ends. 

Hope you all have a great week, love you all!! 

Dueces, 

RIP harambe

Calvin