SO this week has been fun! No new Investigators, we got fonged (which is like getting stood up) 4 times, no biggy. We just trying to help these people. My trainer hates finding so he schedules us around that, which makes me kinda mad, but its all good. He is also a Zone leader so he has other things to worry about so I am not doing anuthing crazy. Still cannot understand a single word anybody says to me. So that is grand. On saturday we had a meeting with the bishop and he brought his son, and so for that entire hour and a half all I did was play with this little man, feel kinda bad, but I wasn't really gonna add any cool input. There was however a lot that the bisjop taught us and that was building relationships first and then worry about baptism. Really insightful man.
One really cool thing that did happen this week. Which was yesterday. Sunday, I love Sunday. The sacrament, so important, the members, the spirit. All of it is just so good. Afterwards we had a lesson set up, and we got fonged of course, and we are all like. Alright! lets go. So we start our next 4 hours of stuff, by checking our records to see if people still live where they say they live. Instead of heading to regular homes we are up in the nice parts. Like really nice cars, no one is walking around. So quiet. I loved it, wonderful veiw of HK. Then it reminded me of Home. Just the quiet streets, with a car everynow and then. It started to suck. I hated where I was, I hated these people, I started just getting super negative. Then as we were walking back on the side of the mountain I saw what looked like a little shack. And I asked my trainer "do you think people live down there?" Sure enough a few minutes later, we are walking down this road with houses leaning against the side of the mountain with bits and peices hanging off the sides, ghetto rigged up the butt, a few powerlines and a lot of dogs. The complete change in environment and atmosphere was astonishing. How can people live 1/2 a mile away from eachother and have completely different living situations. I know I am just a privelegded white kid that has never had to see it. But I really began to feel something. Yeah it still sucked, I still wanted to just karate chop my trainer in the throat and head to the airport, but there was something out there that urged me to share this precious gift of eternal life with these people. I still don't know exactly why I am out here, and I probably have a long time to figure it out, but there is something astounding and confusing that comes from being called by a prophet. OK my trainer is eyeballing me got to go! BYYYEEEEEE
-Elder Young
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