Soooo, this week was pretty sweet. Yesterday we had a missionary that wanted to go home and I can almost understand why. The missionaries he lives with pretty much are "sucky" missionaries - and, well, he blew up and decided to start packing his bags because he wanted to go home. So Sunday night we went to a member's house and she taught me how to make fish. Sweet right, now I know how to make a killer fish. But while we were eating we get a phone call from one of the missionaries who lived in the same house as the one that wanted to go home. We asked him if we could call him back because we were in the middle of something, and he said yea. He didn't say anything about the kid packing his bags. uhggg. So a half hour later we call him back, because we were just thinking that he was calling to report that they were all in the house right. Well he told us that this Elder was packing his bags to leave and was basically almost done now. So that was kind of frustrating because he should of said that the first time he called. So we call up the APs and call a taxi to head over there and pick the kid up to come sleep over at our house where we would hopefully fix things, since most likely there was a fight. So we get there and the other three missionaries are just messing around. I head over to the room where the elder is packing and he is just balling his eyes out. So I give him a hug and talk to him while my companion called up the president. We finally ended up getting a hold of the president, but not through his phone but by calling his wife and then she handed her phone over to him. It was ridiculous. Well the pres. talked to the elder that I had already calmed down and he was fine by then. The president told him that he was going to receive a new companion and the others were leaving as well and being replaced. So yea - crazy. Then we took a taxi back to the house and got to bed around 12:30 in the morning. But that wasn't all that happened Sunday. . . .
So Sunday during church our baptism that we had Saturday didn't show up. Well that's a definite no no. So I talked to his neighbor and it turns out that he was at his grandma's house watching some kids up in the freaking mountain, out in the boonies (lol) because his grandma got sent to the hospital and was super sick. So I went with the 1st counselor in his big dump truck (which he had at church) to go get him. lol. First we had to go to his house to get directions to his grandmas house, and from there we ended up having to follow this nice guy on a motorcycle up the mountain so he could show us where he lived. lol. But we got to a point where the dump truck couldn't go up any further because it was to big. So my companion and I had to get out and run behind the motorcycle the rest of the way because we aren't about to get on one of them. We finally got there and my baptism wasn't there (lol) but his mom was. So through his mom we got a phone number and called him - he was at the hospital. Well - luckily his brother walked in just as I called and he could leave without leaving his grandma alone. CRAZY. So - I ran back to the dump truck and we head back to church. Luckily sacrament meeting is last here, so he got back in time to receive the Holy Ghost. lol. It was one awesome day. Which then takes me back to Saturday. . . . Saturday we had a baptism. and it was way sweet. and basically the rest of the week was pretty much normal.
Love Ya, Elder Woestman
