A Twix Moment

Dear Family,

How are you?  Good news. Elder Anchundia got a weird bump on his finger and went to go see the nurses.  While they were in the office they were able to get a bunch of letters as well as Lesson 1 pamphlets, tiny hymnals, scripture covers and other such useful things we have been waiting months to receive that the office has been hoarding.  They just got back a few minutes ago.

We had another interesting week.  We were going to have this guy and his sister be baptized soon, but the guy had some problems he didn’t tell us about so we had to postpone him.  Later events (edited for privacy) reminded me of a string of Twix commercials I saw before I left.  Someone would make a really dumb comment, the whole world would slow down, he’d pull a Twix out of his pocket, take a bite, and then think of something really clever to say to blow smoke and get himself out of trouble.  Anyway, Elder Fares was pretty quick on his feet, so it all turned out happy.

This week we found this guy who has had a terrible sad story to tell.  When he was 13 years old, he was drafted into the army to fight against the Peruvians and the Japanese in WW2.  He was a support gunner, but received very serious back damage from having to carrying around over 50 pounds of ammunition.  He could not afford medical treatment, but somehow, someone helped him get to Cuba, where they were able to save his life by injecting him with spinal fluid or something.  He went back to Manabi where he was able to get a finca (rural property) and lived there for a while.  Now he is all alone.  We hope to be able to help him, but his church is giving him a little bit of support money and has forbidden him to talk to us.

Things are going well with Elder Fares and me.  Transfers are next week, so I hope we will get some more time together.

Well, talk to you soon--

Nan-man

I haven’t received any picture emails for the past several weeks until the 22nd with the picture of the girls on the teeter totter and Livi and Luci off to school.