So I really
don't have many stories... Or at least I don't remember much from this
week. But this was kind of a funny moment: Elder Cuevas and I were
contacting in a part of our area called the Fraternidad and we started
talking to a 50-year-old woman who happened to be a member. She was very
bad mannered and rude with us and was laying on the sidewalk with her
head resting on the wall, in what must have been the most uncomfortable
position possible. Her name was Leti. We started speaking with her
inviting her to church when she started to rant telling us to preach to
someone who needed the gospel, and that we were wasting our time in
talking to a woman who was already baptized and that she goes ''Everyday
to the hospital and to the poor and the needy to share the word,'' That
''Every morning I read the Book of Mormon and the Bible, I swallow what
I need to swallow and I share the word with those in need.'' And
starting talking to us about how she was inactive because she had no
friends in the ward because no one loved her and that she loved everyone
and felt like an outcast, with all of the sudden a woman in her 30's
passes by and waves at us and starts speaking gibberish in the voice of
Minnie Mouse. So to our left we have the Bitter Wicked Witch of the West
and on the right we have a crazy Minnie Mouse who is just yelling
bleblelblbelblelelbelelblelelb le, while wildly waving her arms.
After about 30 seconds, Leti, the angry lady, yells ''SHUT UP YOU
CRAZY." At Minnie Mouse. Minnie Mouse unphased continues and Leti starts
insulting Minnie Mouse. I had to hide my face from laughing so hard. I
asked a member later and it turns out that Leti is just a super bitter
lady and the saddest thing is that Minnie Mouse became deaf when she was
like 6 and they never took her to learn sign langauge and so she just
can't communicate with anybody and it's just sad, and it made me feel
bad for laughing.
Also on Saturday
we were walking through a part called the Modesto to get to a part of
our area called the Santa Margarita. It's honestly like a 5 minute walk
but somehow I managed to get stopped by every (borracho) drunk in the
street. Each one of them saying EXACTLY THE SAME THING. At the entrance
we were stopped by a drunk in shirtless and in Jean shorts. He stops me
to tell me he's a member and that he wants to go back to church. He says
all of this IN ENGLISH. He asked for me to teach him English and to
help him with his Alcoholism. He repeats this 5-6 times before he
finally lets go of my hand. Then half way through the exact same thing,
and at the very end I was stopped by a group of drunks and I just pulled
out my Word of Wisdom Pamphlets and told them to go to church the next
day. The craziest thing is that the drunks in the street of Honduras,
know more English than the average Honduran.
ALSO.
We were teaching a lesson to an older man we found contacting and got
mad at me for saying that Jesus was the son of God, and that Jesus was
the papa of God. I had no idea how to answer and realized he was nuts so
we just cut the lesson short. At the end we offered service, like
usual. But we usually specify in like cleaning or in helping carry heavy
stuff so people don't just ask for money. But as soon as I offer to
help carry heavy stuff, he says "well now that you're in the disposition
to help. My walls are falling in on my house if you could fix that."
And my companion just says laughing, "the walls are a little too
heavy.'' and the old guy said OH. Look at this. and takes off his hat,
and shows THIS HUGE SCAR ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD. And told us that 30
years ago he was working as a security hard, when all of the sudden he
got really sleepy and laid down. When he woke up 10 minutes later he found a machete wound in his head. IT WAS HONESTLY HUGE. He looked worse than Phineas Gage.
Anyway. That's just some weird stuff that went down this week.
We have 3 baptisms planned for April. And life is good.