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| My Victoria District. I love them! |
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| Cooking chicken, potatoes, and green beens in my apron from Grandma Lund |
So we started off the week by volunteering at the local Methodist
church in their soup line. It was super
cool! We got to pour all the drinks at
first, and then I got to serve the people sandwiches and talk to them. Finally we got to go in the back with some of
the youth there and do dishes. And at
the end of it all, we went and ate soup with the late comers, and found out
that we knew half of them so we all got to talk and fellowship together.
Then the next morning, Hailey called us around 7am. She was freaking out because her dogs had
followed her to school and she had to go in to take her midterms. So we flew over there and found her dogs
walking around the school. Well we got a
lot of crazy looks because we just parked the car on the side, picked up the
dogs and put them in the car, and then took off again. Talk about back alley dog abduction.
Oh hey! This week we also did start teaching her mom Kristen
again! It has been so long! She was always super busy and then one day she
called us and invited us over for dinner. And she came to the Christmas party and saw
there are other families with crazy kids so she can’t use that as an excuse to
not come to church now. Now we just have
to help her get up because she says 10 is too early... some people. Actually, I would have probably said that
before my mission.
But the Christmas party was super fun! Kinda weird though. Maybe it was just because of the nativity. Joseph didn’t show so I then became the Joseph.
The weird part was Mary was a 10 year old girl and all the members kept making
fun of me for it, haha. But it was
sweet, I just got to make up all my own lines and I got to dress up in robes. And to the party we had a lot of less-actives
come and the Mang family came so it was pretty successful. Branch parties are always fun just because
they are a lot less put together than ward parties and something always goes
wrong. Classic.
Final story: A man named Michael Easter called us this week. Super random. He found our number at the church, called us,
and asked if we could help him because he hadn’t eaten in 2 days. So the best thing I could come up with.... go
pick him up and take him to Whataburger (a famous fast food place in Texas). So that is exactly what we did, went and found
him, got him a burger and fries, and just sat and asked him about his story. Turns out he is an ex Army Ranger who served
in Bosnia, and just got messed up in the noggin. And by that he has just seen and done things
he can never forgive himself for, and he told us of a few mild ones... But he
came to Port to fix some legal papers and doesn’t have money to go back to
North Carolina, plus he kinda wants to stay here. So now he is putting his Ranger skills to work
and living in a tent in the brush behind one of the motels. Now he is trying to get a job here and settle
down for a few months. He told us that
he can just never stay anywhere for long.
The longest he stayed anywhere was in Tennessee. But there he
lived for 9 months in the wilderness by himself. He was crazy, but so sick! Anyways, he just needed some food for the
time, so we just left him with a book of mormon and our phone number. I don’t
even know if we will ever see him again... maybe he was one of the 3 Nephites?! Maybe not...
Merry Christmas!!
Elder Lund
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