Life overall is pretty good. I am pretty worn out by the end of the day, and my bed feels pretty good. My companion is pretty cool. Overall, things are pretty good.
The areas around us are mostly black with a little white and latino thrown in. They all live in a few apartment complexes. We work till exactly nine pm at the earliest because we dont want to miss anyone.
The spirit is really strong and everyday it seems like we need it more and more. We are currently teaching a guy named Keith. He is 16 and his grandpa was actually a member of the 70, and his mom got offended at something and she quit going to church. So he basically believes in nothing. Our first discussion with him was incredible. I have high hopes for him.
Ok so here is the funny story.
We were on our way home and we decided to knock on a few more doors so we walk up and there is a guy sitting on a porch with a pipe in his hand. I asked him "how are you doing?" his response, "smokin weed" I thought about it, and realized that when I used the word "how" he figured that if he answered with smokin weed, I would just assume he was doing well, and it prevented the pesky "why" question that people always ask after finding out that someone is doing well. We quickly tried to get away by directing the conversation to the church. Problem is, he liked that. This is when he told us his well developed theology. He said to us, "I believe in Johnny"
We started laughing. He then followed us back to our car, just chatting us up. Wehn he mentioned that he had been waiting on his friends porch to console him over the death of a loved one. I was thinking how great of a counselor he must be if he can even help people when he is drunk off his rocker and high as a kite. He explained that this is the reason he was so dressed up! Jeans shorts, sandals, silk shirt withthe top 4 buttons undone. My companion asked, "what do you normally wear?" and Johnny replied "Balla Clothes", or something to that effect, and did a sweet crossover w/o a ball. (ok, i have done that before!) But then he went straight from the crossover into nice "ib @ the club style dance moves. He kept this up for a good 30 seconds before singing in a sort of Zena warrior princess war cry...
It was sweet. We finally found a chance to get away and left, but, first we gave hugs, of course, "because thats what old friends do!!!" But anyway, life is great.
We have lots of people to teach. I cannot wait to see Michaels Baptism, he is awesome. He and I connected pretty quick, and he is ready.
Alright, well, thanks for everything. Life is good. Tiring but good.
Write me back, I would love to hear from you.
Love,
Elder Stiles
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