Poop,
Well, all week was a
medical disaster. Since we are the chauffeurs for the Ironbound Spanish
elders, we drove them to various doctor's appointments that turned out to be
vain. Elder Marquez was driven from pharmacy to pharmacy trying to obtain
a tightly monitored drug equivalent to methamphetamine, aderol. Many
pharmacists ended up giving all of us suspicious looks. But we finally
worked it out.
We went to an
eight-hour leadership conference where we were fed pulled pork and potato
salad. The potato salad was a lot like a cannonball. It went right
through us. For two days, Elder Johnson and I slowed down the work in
order for our bodies to adjust. We napped for a part of the day, then
went back out to work. Much Gatorade and apple juice was consumed.
Then we ate some
week-old couscous from the refrigerator. We were also fed some delicious
African food.
We should be baptizing
two people (in French) next week! Please pray for Marie and Robert.
We also found eight new people to teach. Despite the medical disaster, we
had a good week. God works miracles.
Love,
Elder deJesus
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