Littleton 4

The Adventures of My Life

It all began on Tuesday night.  I got back from an exchange and my companion was not feeling well, like sharp pains in the stomach area.  We were on our way home when we realized that we needed gas in our car and we would be too busy to get it in the morning because we were going to the temple.  Good thing we decided to do it then.   Our card was not working so we had to call Bank of America and figure that out.  It took us about an hour.  We went back to our apartment and she still was not feeling well.  At about 11:15 she ended up getting a blessing from the ward mission leader(brother Lathen).  We ended up staying up 'til about 1:30 am.  We had to be at the temple by 5:45.  She was worried she would be too sick to go and she was right.  The next morning she went to the Ward mission leader's house so I could still go. The other Sisters came and picked me up. 

After the temple I went to the Lathen's to see what we were going to do about my companion. I ended up going with the other Sisters all day and my companion went with the mission president's wife to urgent care.   The other Sisters and I taught a lesson, went to lunch with Bro. Lathen, and did some service for super man.  Side note, so there are two men in my ward that look like Superman.  One of them looks just like Clark Kent and the other is a mix between Superman and Benedict Cumberbatch.  Okay, so after we did service for superman we went to pick up my companion from the mission home; this was about 5.  I got to drive our nice blue car, YAY.  When we got to the mission home since it was our dinner time we ended up eating dinner with the mission president's family.  I mean I ate dinner and my companion choked down some saltines.  We had tacos and the Gifford's have three boys. We also ate outside.  Two of them are home and one is backpacking across Europe.  Dinner adventure. At the end one of them went inside to get ice cream and came back out with a fly swatter.  Sister Gifford was like, "Jacob, why did you bring the fly swatter?"  He was like, "there is a bee and I am going to kill it".  Then she made him go back in for the ice cream.  While he was inside his brother took the fly swatter and started trying to get the bee.  This involved a lot of hitting the table and flipping plates and such.  Then the little brother came back and was like, "wow you still have not gotten it."  They then both attempted to kill the bee.  Both of them failed in the end.  The entire time sister Gifford was like whatever I give up on trying to stop you two this is just what happens.  Then the boys started to tell a funny story about how President Gifford got stung by a bee.  I felt right at home in a way, so mom it is not just the boys that go crazy during dinner sometimes.  It also happens to the mission president.  My companion is basically now best friends with all of them because she was there all day. 

The next day my companion was still sick.  She is stubborn though so she went and practiced her musical number for zone conference.  After that though she just came back and slept. 

Friday we had zone conference.  President Gibb gave a very inspirational talk on the safeguards using technology and avoiding pornography--it was awesome.  My companion had to give a training which she had no idea about, but she rocked it.  The best part of the whole day was the flu shot.  I bled through the band aid.  It was like this fancy band aid were they give you the shot through it.  The guy commented and was like, "wow you bleed a lot."  I was like, "thanks":/ I then said something like, "well if I bleed through you owe me a new shirt."  He said he was fine with that because no one had ever bled through them before they are great band aids.  I was like "okay."  A few minutes later I noticed a spot of blood on my shirt and I was like, "wow look at that I bled through."  I went and found him mainly so I could get a new band aid.  He was like, "I have never seen this before these band aids were new and improved."  Then another lady that was there was like, "Wow we have done over 1000 of these and I have never seen that before; even more, and no one has ever said anything about it, even all across the country.  We have people using these all over and I have never heard about this happening.  You are unique."  What I learned from this is that I bleed more than normal people :/

On Saturday Sister Davies was still sick so we mainly stayed at the apartment and did things from there.  She made the comment like, "being a missionary is great."  I was like "okay what made you suddenly say this?"  She is like, "when is it socially acceptable to go find people and map out where they live and figure out when you can meet them if they are complete strangers?  Never, unless you are a missionary. You are basically a full time stalker" ...okay Sister Davies :)

On Sunday two of our investigators came to church so that was fun.  Also this less active family that the husband is not a member, he said he wants to start attending our church.  He said nothing more but he would start attending.  :) Sister Davies is also feeling much better and can eat more than saltines and Gatorade without feeling incredible pain.

Love  

Sister Holcomb