First
off, I have started teaching English classes in the Church every
Saturday and it is really more of a club because just about 4 or 5
people show up. Luckily out of this small number are typically 3 or
people we are teaching the Gospel. It has been something that stresses
me out a bit having to prepare before hand and basically learn my own
stinking language but it is a great experience and pretty fun.Â
NEXT,
we found several great BIG OLD families to bring to teach, so Sunday
morning as we searched for some people, my comp and I ended up walking
alone back to the Church (having sent some friends to the Church with a
member). It was in a sketchy part of our area BUT somewhere that
generally is chill, somewhere where we spend most our time and often go
contacting at night without problems. It was like 9:30 in the morning,
and as we started walking one the dirt roads to cross the bridge, I
noticed a real loco looking guy slow down and then stop ahead of us
coming from the other direction. I subtly kinda bumped my companion
like ""ZOINKS SCOOB" but he did not really get the memo as he was
writing a text for an investigator. I kept watching this drugged out guy
stare at us and wait, and I knew we were in a bit of trouble when he
suddenly pulled up his black bandana and gripped my comps wrist. I do
not remember very well what he said but basically it was "HEY! Come say
hi to me! Shake my hand!" My comp broke free and we kept
walking and he followed behind saying "HEY COME HERE!" and all that
jazz. We just said "We don't have anything man!"
He stopped
walking and kept talking, but we just did not look back. We were super
lucky that this guy didn't pull a knife our something and I considered
it a tender mercy that nothing happened.
We kept going and
the guy turns out had a friend like 30 ft ahead of him. He pulled almost
the same exact routine, and my comp again got totally spooked and
caught off guard as he looked up from our dinky flip phone. Then came
the question that did not surprise me: "Hmmmm.... Who is from the United
States?" the guy mumbled, as if my appearance was hard to determine
next to that of my Peruvian comp with his cocoa butter complexion. XD
I
felt we were in a real bad situation now, but I at least could look to
my older taller Latino comp to save me from this gangster right? NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
XD XD XD My home boy answers the question pretty much EXACTLY as
follows: "HE'S AMERICAN! HIM! IT'S HIM! ROB HIM!" hahahahaha!!!!!!!!! My
comp was already ready to soil himself before but when he said that I
stepped right in line too! XD XD I thought "Great, this dude is about to
stab me or something and the last words I will remember were my comp
throwing me under the bus!" XD
Nevertheless we just kept on
marching and the would-be-robber decided that he had done enough robbing
my comp of his manhood and being pleased with his reaction stopped
following us and ditched with his friend to go intimidate others.
I
cannot explain the conversation that followed after 40 silent seconds
later but now we have agreed that due to God's grace and protection, the gangsters didn't actually do anything or pull weapons and THEREFORE this
incident is one we tell with humor and great laughter haha! I told the
tale with my comps permission and we have used it to unify ourselves a
bit more as a joke. Although now I already know to be careful where the
two of us go because I said nothing to the thugs but if there was ANY
doubt as to where I am from I have a lil' birdie who might reveal it.
All
is good and I have been growing greatly spiritually lately, and hope
that will continue. But yeah that's some of the interesting stuff for
this week. Also the pics are of random stuffs, cheto alfajores, and
eating at a fancy restaurant on P-day during divisions.
I know that God really does watch over and protect us, and all things work for our good if we let them. :)
Until later!
Elder T. Davis
