Pretty much at the beginning of this week I felt pretty good, just a sore throat-I can´t spell that word without spell check-nothing I couldn't handle. Since my companion is a gringo with only two transfers more than me, I have to talk a lot more, which I love, and now I talk to everybody. People we pass by on the streets, people watering their yards, and because of this we have about five more people that want to hear more about our message.
Another great way we've been finding people is through playing some fútbol. We had no appointments, and we had exhausted all of our options, so I talked with some kids playing soccer in the field in the middle of our area and asked if they wanted a couple more players, they agreed and we commenced. It was a great way to show them that we´re people too, some people see the tie and white shirt and think we´re salesmen or FBI or even worse... missionaries and because of how we look they treat us differently. But when we played soccer we were able to joke around and talk with them and show that we weren't robots from the united states coming to steal their brains. After we all got tired we just started talking about random things and naturally they were curious about why a couple of gringos were all the way down in Rawson, so that led the conversation to our purpose as missionaries and the gospel. Then we asked if we could teach them a lesson, since we were here to preach the gospel and they sat down on the soccer court and we taught them about how god loves them, and taught them how to pray. The kid who said the prayer was really sincere. It was neat to see how seriously the kids took our lesson. All of them wanted us to come and teach them more. Unfortunately I doubt their parents have the same desire. We played with them again the next day and one of their parents was playing too, he invited us to come over, however, since this hospital business we haven´t been able to do much work.
And that brings me to the subject of my first look into a foreign hospital. It was pretty ghetto, just like most things here, but not overly so. People just sort of walked to the door they needed to go into emergency etc. and knocked. and then waited. We waited around for like two hours with "my bloody stump of a foot" 9 (from the Office) until they let us in.. but at least it was free. That's all that really matters..
Anyways, talk to you guys next week! I love you guys!
He later writes back to say.....
I just wanna say that I subsequently remembered the exact hospital story, and while my first story was not incorrect, I did not mean what I had written.
Okay, so here's a more complete version of the story. My comp had been having eye problems for the past couple of days. His eye was suuuper red and on Sunday we discovered a bump on his eye, so we went to the hospital, which was free and we did have to wait like two hours. They told him he had a corneal cyst and to come back tomorrow to remove it. So he went this morning and they said to come back at three so they could chop up his eye. I don´t envy him. I wouldn´t want to go near one of these hospitals with an injury. Hopefully they don´t get the wrong eye.
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