What up!
So i got my hammock! In total, Im guessing i walked about 10 miles to get it. The lady gave u8s the wrong direction to her house, and we spent hours searching for it. I told my comp after about 30 minutes, lets just wait till we can call her, but he kept yelling about how we were already out here and he wasnt going to stop until we found it. I freaking love this guy.
It is huge! I know most of you arent familiar with hammock sizes in general, but lets just say that if a hammock was made for shaq, AND his family, this would be it. Its a blue and black weave and makes me excited for sleep. To answer your question dad, sleeping in a hammock is like sleeping in a pile of fluffy clouds, or something like that. the orange hammock in the pic I took is my comps hammock, about 1/3 the size of mine when both are stretched out.
So during the whole week, it was pretty boring. We are still finding a lot of people, and that lady I talked about last week, Silvia, has been one of our better investigators. She gave us a reference to a family she is super close with. There are 4 people in this family, Marisol the mother, Josefina the grandmother, Lenin the 17 year old son, and keli the 10 year old daughter. No father sadly. But they freaking love us. Josefina calls us her angels and they are the most excited about the church out of anybody we have taught, and we have only taught them for a week.
In Preach my Gospel, there are ten bullets that are listed as things you could say to start teaching someone or a family. One of them is something like "Its possible that as you accept our message, you will face challenges in your life, but Chirst will help you". Something like that. Well This week proved that to be the truest thing ever for them.
Saturday afternoon we had an appointment with silvia at 3:30 and then with Marisol and her family at 5. When we showed up at Silvias, she was rushing out the door and told us that Lenin had been in a terrible accident on his motorcycle, and was being rushed to the hospital in an ambulence. She was on her way to meet them there. We werent sure what to do, so we prayed that everything would be alright and then just kinda sat on a bench in a park by her house, with our heads in our hands. After a few minutes we picked our selves up and moved on to some other appointments. We called Marisol after a few hours, and she was a wreck, and we told her that if she needed anything, to call us. Lenin had fractured his skull from the inside, and it wasnt looking to good.
Lenin drives a motorcycle around his neighborhoods for a local tortilleria. basically he has a cooler full of tortillas strapped to the back of his bike and drives up and down the streets of house honking, and people come out and buy them. We were walking close by to where he lives only about an hour after the accident and saw his bike and the van that hit him. He had come home a little earlier to eat lunch and had told his mom that he was doing his last run, so he would home in time for the missionaries, and to be able to get everything ready to go to church in the morning.
We went to bed that night and woke up to the phone ringing at about 11:30. It was Marisol, and she told us that he needed an emergency operation, and that if he didnt get it he could die. There were air apockets forming inside his head that could kill him if they didnt get it fixed right away. The problem is this family is extremely poor, and the ambulence ride to get him to where they have to do the surgery costs 2600 pesos, or a little over 200 dollars. She didnt have it.
I pictured myself laying in a hospital bed, and you Mom, trying frantically to come up with money you just didnt have to save my life. I didnt care if i wouldnt have any money this month for food, for transport, for anything, I just found whatever money i had and my comp did the same. we had 2700 pesos in total. Off we went to the hospital at 12 at night. When we got there we met with silvia and she filled us in some more. It wa a taxi van that hit him, and it was the vans fault. The taxi company would pay for the surgery, but marisol still had to come up with the 2600 for the transport. we gave them the money and waited for the ambulence to get there. When they brought lenin out, he wa awake, but looked terrible. We didnt get to talk to him, and we didnt think he saw us. But the next day after the surgery, he told his Mom he saw us, and was happy to see us.
The surgery worked. And although he isnt out of the woods yet, the doctors say he is responding well and everything looks ok. We are going to go visit him probably today at the hospital.
That particular night, we were able to really be that angel that Josefina always calls us.
I hope everyone has a great week. Be safe.
Love, Elder Kitterman
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