By way of explanation of the title, trailer parks don't have the best
roads. So bad, in fact, that we can go no more than a few miles an hour
on them. And if it rains, forget it. They're just about impassable. As
are all of the driveways leading up to the trailers. In fact, just a few
days ago, we got stuck. There were a whole bunch of little connecting
roads to this main road that we had to turn onto to make it to our
appointment, but they were all flooded. So, we were trying to turn down
one of them that looked clear and all of a sudden there was a huge
puddle that covered the entire road. (This was at night and so it was
dark too.) We thought it would be alright to go through, but we only
made it halfway across before the wheels started spinning. My companion
was driving, and we both opened the doors to see how bad it was. I had
water going up to about five feet off to my right. So my companion got
out and I slid over to the driver's seat. He started pulling on the bike
rack and some random guy came up and started helping. I had to turn off
all of the car's electronic safeties because they were limiting tire
spin, but we got out after a minute or two. So now our bike rack is kind
of bent. Which is okay because the mission was going to replace it this
transfer anyways and we've not been able to use bikes because it's such
a huge area anyways and I don't have my helmet. Once I get one, I'll be
able to use it again to help get around a little better though. The
person who helped us ran off right after so we couldn't talk to him any
more. I would call him one of the three Nephites, but he was smoking
so... Anyways, we made it to appointment, we just had to go on foot. It
turned out she didn't have a man home so we couldn't go in, but we were
able to talk to her a little bit more. We're visiting her again on
Thursday with a member, so hopefully that'll pan out. We went back to
another trailer park for a return appointment who wasn't there, but we
did have that same dog come up to us and follow us a bit again. We were
about to leave when he found us, but he had learned from our escape last
time and was determined to not let us leave. When we got in the car he
came up to me and stuck his head in the car so I couldn't shut the door.
I had to push him away and get going pretty quick. It's too bad we're
not allowed to have pets out here, otherwise I'd just let him hop in the
back and take him. Clearly he doesn't have anyone caring for him right
now, and no collar. It makes me sad sometimes.
The coolest moment
that we had this week was during tracting. We knocked on someone's door
but as soon as we mentioned Jesus Christ, she said "Oh, we don't believe
in that kind of thing," and shut the door. This really confused us,
because she was wearing a cross. Later, as we were walking down the
street, she walked up to us again. She apologized for being rude and
said that she's always shut out people like us because she always felt
bad for not knowing about this kind of thing. She started to ask us some
really great questions about the purpose of life and what will happen
after this life. We could answer all of her questions, and she said that
it really helped her. She wasn't familiar with God and had never even
seen a Bible before (which is really surprising in the South) and had
only heard what people had said before she'd closed her door. Then, she
asked us what made us so different from other churches, so we were able
to share the Restoration with her. She loved it and invited us back!
It's amazing how much the Spirit can open the hearts of people who
previously wouldn't be willing to listen to us at all to then let us
come back. The only downside is that she wasn't Spanish and so we had to
refer her to the English missionaries, but hopefully she'll progress.
That's all, folks!
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