Bueno, this
has been an insane week.
A missionary
in our zone got hit by a car going 100 kmph. His leg got broken in two places
and basically his hip got ripped in half, and something about his appendix
exploded at the same time. Long story short, the doctors spent a long time just
trying to figure out what to do first. His family (non-members) came up from
Mexico City to be here. He's being taken care-of, and we're rotating doing
splits with his companion so that his companion isn't shut up inside for the
whole month or however long he's in there. The hospital feeds Elder Velasco
(the one who "wanted to play bullfight on the highway" as one sister
said it) and the relief society of the stake has organized to give breakfast,
lunch and dinner to whatever Elder is his companion every day. Elder Velasco is
in good spirits.
This bit about
him getting hit actually showed up on the national news, so you might be able
to find it on Google. There's a really heroic looking picture of Elder Velasco
splayed out on the road looking right at the camera and Elder Torres crouching
over him, shouting at someone for help. it makes you wonder: who had the
audacity to stop and take a picture instead of calling the ambulance? But
whatever. Maybe they'd already called, who knows.
Anyway, all
the attention that he was receiving made me jealous, so I busted my head open
walking into low-lying overhang. We went with a less-active member and his
daughter (not a member) cleaned me up and then we shared a quick lesson and it
turns out she'd met the missionaries before but they'd never been able to clear
up her doubts. So maybe it was all meant to happen so that we would meet her,
because she seems really open to learning.
Then we walked
over to the cheap walk-in clinic and all the people kept looking at me on the
way over. I hadn't seen myself up to that point. We got to the clinic and sat
down. Everyone turned and looked at me and an old lady said "you can go in
before me if you want." So we accepted but then I wanted to know why
everyone was acting like that and so I took a picture. I'll send that right now
so you all can see it.
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| Me in the clinic |
Lucy FINALLY
got baptized this week!
That took WAY too long, but she finally went under.
Everything went well until they were in the font and in that moment apparently
she panicked and stiffened up. Elder Stensrud brought her hand up to plug her
nose but she didn't understand the gesture and the hand went over her eye
instead. Then she thought she was supposed to go forward and Elder Stensrud was
trying to make her go backward and so they fought like that for a few seconds
before Elder Stensrud won and WHOOSH she went under, luckily completely. It was
basically the most awkward baptism I've ever seen, but she later said that if
we had told her she was going to fall backward she wouldn't have wanted to do
it, so it worked out better this way. Then she almost tripped on her way up to
the stand to get confirmed on Sunday. Oh well. Better awkwardly than not at all.
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| Lucy and Tere and us |
Well, that's
about all. We've had to drop some awesome investigators this week because
they've just not been coming to church. But one with whom we've been struggling
for a couple weeks to come finally came. She's living with a less-active family
while she's studying here in Monclova. Her name is Maribel and is super duper
interested, but it's hard to teach her because when we go to teach her the
family she's living with is always trying to distract us with questions that
have nothing to do with anything or trying to get ready to go to parties or
whatever. It's frustrating. But SHE CAME! And she also said she started reading
the Book of Mormon and has a TON of questions for us today when we go over
there.
AND.......Martha
came back in town. So we're picking up the teaching where we left off. And her
husband is really open with us now, so just pray for us and for her so that his
heart will soften and he'll be willing to marry her and let her be baptized.
God softened Pharoah's heart, he can soften Rodolfo's (or Panzon as we call
him. Panzon basically means "big fatty." That's what Martha calls him
to his face so that's what we call him when he's not around.)
That's it for
this week. I hope you all enjoy your vacations and everything!
Los quiero a todos!
Elder Taylor
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