Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Look at those Shoes!



So, yeah.

This week has been pretty darn gruelling. When we got here, I took a look through the area book.....completely empty of anybody worth teaching, so we´ve spent the whole week walking and talking. Making contacts, teaching lessons in the street, and trying to find anybody who will progress, it´s a pain in the butt but we have no other choice. The elders that were here before us were idiots, so we have to start from square one. And they´re still in my district so I have to keep trying to animate them to work harder/better. Being the district leader isn´t too hard, it´s good that I got practice at it with elder Casey. I find it hard to sleep at night cuz i´m busy thinking about the companionships in my district and what I can do better to help them. The zone leaders here are pretty darn awesome, they were here when I left so they were pretty darn happy to receive their *prodigal missionary* back, haha. Especially since I learned a bit more about what has been going on while I´ve been away.

Apparently the district leaders here before me were doing all sorts of nonsense, doing mischief, breaking rules, and just being idiots. So President came in with fire and brimstone, but things still didn´t improve well enough, so they got beheaded, a bunch of missionaries got taken out and seperated to the far parts of the mission, and we got brought in to call repentance and make sure the rules are followed.

Yup, I come back home completely wasted each night, cuz we spend most of the day walking and talking trying to find people to teach, and not enough time teaching. Though our pool of investigators is slowly growing. We have a few people who COULD be baptized during this transfer, but it´ll take a lot of faith to get them there, and we always need a plan b, c, d, e, f and g. So that´s a bit frustrating. But not nearly as frustrating as getting a phone call at the end of the day from you district and hearing that they did nothing all day....*sigh* . But it´ll all come together... I just gotta get a district meeting with them.... which wont happen until next week. Cuz today I´m gonna be going to Goiania with the other leaders for some kind of surprise training/conference, And we´ll be there until Friday.... aaaargh! I´m losing a whole week of work! Who knows what we could get done in that time? I did manage to negotiate with the other district leaders over the phone about all our companions working together, and they´ll spend two days here and one day in the other two areas, so it aint too bad.

Elder Margalho aint too bad, I think he´s a bit offended that he´s my junior companion, but that hasn't caused any problems. I´m the decider, and he has the desire to work, so I don´t have to do any motivating or give any pep-talks to my own companionship at least. Being the senior has given me some opportunities to tell him about my opinion about some things on the mission, and how I think things should be done... and I surprised myself by how much I know. I´ve never had to teach anybody about these things before, but it´s all just become second nature: how to teach, what/how to study, the best way to get people to listen to you, and so on, I denounced the study of *profound doctrine* pretty hard the other day too, I gave it the good ol´ back-hand of common sense. but yup, he ain´t too shabby. I made it clear to him, on no uncertain terms, that I expect him to work hard and be an example to the other missionaries, Cuz the example of the district leader aint worth much if his own companion is a slacker.

Lets see... lets see... I don´t have that many stories to tell.... cuz we don´t have many investigators yet. Suffice it to say that:

we´ve become pretty adept at predicting what a person will say to our contact pretty far in advance.
Elder Margalho set off the alarm at a house we were knocking at... we made a quick escape
we´ve found an icecream shop that is way cheap, so.... yay!! icecream the other day!
I´ve got a few calls from Elder Pattie, and when I answered, it was people from the Anapolis ward, so I had a great time talking with them for a few minutes.
Ah, and yesterday when I went to church I saw most of my old friends from the Anapolis ward, ahhhh, that was awesome. Elder Pattie certainly wasn´t exaggerating when he said that I was famous there. haha, and the companion that he´s training (elder P. Santos) told me that the whole time he´s been there the only thing he´s heard about has been *Elder Webber* haha. Especially when they´re eating lunch, cuz I guess they don´t eat very much, so when I met the families at church, all the women of the ward asked me to come back and eat the lunches they make, hahaha. Awesome Sunday. A few of the young women almost tackled me before they remembered that they´re not allowed to hug a missionary, haha. Either way, I was so happy to see everybody again.
I don´t want to brag but.. I happened to overhear some women talking in the hall, some from Maracana, and some from Anapolis: and this is what I heard:
You´re so lucky to have a great missionary in your ward, he did an amazing job while he was here with us
yeah, it´s been so long since our ward has had a good missionary, I hope so
well if you dont want him, we´ll take him back

more or less that was what was said.
:D

hmm... There´s no sandwich maker in the house here... which is sad... but we have sofas! So all is not lost :D And we found a dead tarantula in front of our door this morning... so that was interesting. it was *dying* to kill us... bwak bwak bwak! (sorry, mom-joke) haha

I´ve included the pictures of my shoes, I dunno if they require a real photo, or if sending it over the internet will work. I hope it does, and I hope it´s enough to get me a new pair. fingers crossed.

Anyways. that´s about it for now I think, keep on working hard. and I´m gonna finish eating the sweedish fish today... they taste like life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness....mmmmmmm
I love ya´ll, miss ya´ll

*I´m a moose in a tree-house, eatin´ cookies, dancin´ round the cookie jar*

Love,
Elder Webber

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