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SPLITS!

 September 19, 2022

Dang! It's Monday! This week was wild, for sure. It started normal, but then as we were walking and doing our normal stuff on p-day, we got a call from our district leader, and he said, guys, it turns out we are leaving for Bahia Blanca on Tuesday at 6:30 in the nighttime. So after we get off this call, my companion and I are kind of mad because we were going to have a cool lesson with a couple of people on Thursday and Wednesday, and we can't, but then we realize that this could be a good thing! Because it could mean that we are getting trained for something. It turns out it was just for splits, but they were fun and interesting. The only part that sucked is that we got there at two in the morning and then didn't sleep till three that day, but that's ok because I got to take selfies of my companion knocked out on the bus, so I think it was worth it, haha.

Now time for the funny stories. As a missionary, every day is fun because we bump into so many interesting people but here are a few examples that happened this week. Ok, so the first one was when we were on splits with the APs, so we were walking to a lesson, and we ran into this guy who looked homeless, so it was a huge win for us because he can't run to his house and escape from us because outside is his house. Anyways we get to talking to this guy, and at the time, i am lost because this guy's Spanish is all slurred, but that's beside the point. Eventually, after like ten minutes, the guy asks the ap for his phone so that he can call his daughter. So we allow him to. At the end of the call he tells his daughter that he gonna go see her tonight and then ends the call.
At first, to me, that wasn't weird because he could walk; he had two legs, and I am sure his daughter didn't live far away. After we got done with him, I asked my companion what the guy was saying, and it turned out his daughter lived three hours from where we were. i have no clue if he made it or not. Hopefully, he did, but i don't know. The second story happened a day after we got back. So we are walking on this street, and I see this dog. I have already shared a couple of dog experiences, and it wasn't that bad, but this one was. So we walk down this street and stop to talk to these people on the street. We begin talking, and BAM, the dog, looks like he wants to bite my hand. I don't know if he did or not, but I always go with their might. Anyways, after we finish with this person, I try to run from this dog, and it follows me, so i go with my second option, picking up a fake rock and throwing it at it. Did the dog move? No, it was still stuck on me, so I began to scream in English and try to do everything I could to get it off me while my companion laughed. Finally, i get it off, and then i run to my companion. It turns out a lady was looking at me the whole time but didn't help, but that's ok. Those are the two best of this week. I have many more but don't have enough time to share, which sucks, but i will share more next week.

Spiritual thought:
I know God loves you, and God has a plan for each of us. I have seen this so much in missionary work. I also know the lord watches out for us. I love you all and hope this next week is great!

Love
Elder
mergenthaler












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