September 17, 2014
Okay a quick story for today. On Monday night we had to teach the Latinos in Spanish for 15 minutes using NO English. WHAT???? So Elder Ard spoke for a whopping 1 minute and 42 seconds and then turned the time over to me. I was so mad. Mad at everybody, myself, Ard, my teachers and quite frankly Heavenly Father! It was so bad, that after about 8 minutes of trying, I couldn´t do it any more. I honestly just broke down into tears crying all over the place. We were teaching Elder Martinez, he flew down here with us but he is fluent and so he is only here for two weeks. He is one of the nicest guys here. He honestly knew exactly what to say.
My teacher came over and took me out into the hall. He is so very kind and drives 2 hours a trip to teach us. He is just so humble and loving. I was a mess and he spoke to me in Spanish the entire time. If I didn't know about Heavenly Father the Spirit, I would have no idea how I could understand everything he was saying to me. He explained that he could see how dedicated I am to the work and that I am working really hard. He told me that Heavenly Father loves me and that he knows I will be a good missionary.
I have kind of felt lonely since that night because everybody saw me and I feel like they judged me HARD CORE. I don´t care because I know why I am here.
So here's the deal I will be one week behind you guys because we only have an hour on the computer. The older guys in my room say the best thing to do is to take a picture of our letter and read them in our room. Then write out-ish what we want to say for our next letter so we can just type as fast as we can.
Love you TONS,
In the last few minutes I just wanted to tell you thank you for being my mom. There isn´t anybody in the world I would trade you for. You were always there as a shoulder to cry on and now I can´t really do that but you are still with me all the time. I carry your and dads picture with me everywhere I go. Thanks for putting up with me all those years. It has truly been a privilege to be your and dads son. I love you with all my heart and when the going gets tough I just think about you guys back home and it makes it a little easier. I really haven´t gotten home sick yet - just home sick for your cooking. Rice and eggs are already getting really really old. Anyways, keep on keeping on. One of my favorite Elder in our district says that and it is getting to me. We can't send picture at the CCM (the Spanish initials for the MTC) they will come later!!!