¡Hola!
First
off….
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIDGE!!! Man, you’re 17 years old.
That’s weird to think about.
Hope your day is great buddy! Sure love you! Next year
you’re getting cake in
your face.
This
week
has flown by! Man, this week (if I leave the office) my
replacement will come!
So strange to think about. I’ve gotten so accustomed to
being here in Cuzco and
the office, but I am so excited to get back out in the
field where its just my
comp and me. Next week you’ll know if I’m leaving or
not! So, there are a
number of possibilities where I can go next. I’m still
banking on jungle! We’ll
find out soon enough. The task of training a new
financial secretary will be a
good challenge. I’m going to write up a sheet that
explains EVERYTHING, so that
he can just look to that when he has questions. I’m not
sure though if its
gonna be a Latin or a North American. Time will tell
So, I
kinda
have a crazy story. Elder Whittaker and I went to an
appointment on Tuesday and we were
teaching two cousins. One of them has a 7 year old kid,
and the other isn’t
married. Well, the one with the kid isn’t married
either, but anyway. So, we were
teaching them about the Doctrine of Christ, 2nd
Nefi 31. When, one
of them receives a phone call from her boyfriend and
leaves the room with her
kid, apparently because it was an argument. So, we try
to wait for her, but she
didn’t come back very soon so we kept teaching. We came
to their house that day with the
goal of challenging them to baptism, and we were about
to do so, when all of
the sudden the kid bursts into the house and says, “A
man fell in the river! He
needs help!” So, we jump up and rush outside to see
whats going on. Now, you
should understand, this river has walls of concrete
about 12 feet high on both
sides. This man, who was WAY drunk, had fallen into this
river head first. When
we got out there, he had managed to stand up, but was
just standing there like…
confused, didn’t know what happened, etc. He was soaked,
but not all of it was
water. It was the blood gushing from his head. He had a
legit hole in his head,
definitely a broken skull, and a mashed nose. So,
Whittaker jumps down into the
river and helps him to get his footing at the base of
the wall. He boosts him
up and I grab his arms to lift him out. He was HEAVY.
(Thank you adrenaline!) We
got him out, sat him down, and I called President
Carrasco, the doctor, for
help on what to do. He said to call the equivalent of
911 here in Cuzco which
is 105. We called, but no one answers. By this time
there were 2 people with us
and they said, “No, if you call from a cell phone they
don’t answer because
they think it’s a prank.” I don’t understand that at
all, and I got preeeetty
mad about it. That would never happen in the states. So,
we were freaking out,
when thankfully a policeman showed up, but was on a
motorcycle. He said that he
can't do anything and left. What??! So, I call President
Carrasco again, and he
leaves his interviews from the chapel, and says he is on
his way. That was a
relief. We wait a few minutes, and then a police truck
shows up. So, we had to
cross a class “A”, sketchy, wooden bridge to get to
where the police truck was. This bridge is 3 feet wide,
and
every other plank is missing. But, we get on the
“bridge” with this drunk guy
with a serious head wound. So, I go first, backwards,
holding his arms, while
Whittaker is behind him, grabbing his jacket. We get
almost all the way across,
and he almost faints. I yank him over, and he stumbles
off, while Whittaker
almost fell off the bridge. We load him into the police
truck, and they’re off
to the hospital. I call President Carrasco again, thank
him, and tell him that
he doesn’t need to come. We went to the chapel to wash
up though. My hands/forearms
were all bloody and nasty, and everyone in the chapel
that night knew what
happened because the stake president told everyone that
he had to go help us
rescue this drunk. So, needless to say, it was a
craaaazzy night. We saved that
guys life. There was no one else there to do anything,
because we were in the
hood part of our sector (well, basically all of our
sector is ghetto), and I
can honestly say that I don’t think anyone else would
have helped him or even seen him. If our
investigator wasn’t out there talking to her boyfriend,
she wouldn’t have seen
it happen, and if we weren’t there that night, we
wouldn’t have ever known
about him or what might have happened.
So
that’s my
crazy week! Besides that, we continue with the family of
4 in the glass
business, and we taught them the first lesson along with
the Book of Mormon.
They just ate it up! The dad especially is so excited to
read the BOM and his
wife asks so many great questions! We have a follow-up
appointment with them
this week. Thanksgiving was a hit, we went to Fuego
where they prepared a true American
Thanksgiving meal: bread, french onion soup, turkey from
Lima, stuffing, mashed
potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, candied yams,
and to finish it off,
pumpkin pie! So delicious, all for about $10. We were
happy campers.
I love
all
of you! Thanks for your support and prayers. This week I
heard a line from a
song that really hit me: “Maybe success is measured
best, by nothing less that
our obedience.” That hit home with me for sure!
It’s so very true, that my
success here in the mission is measured by my obedience.
That applies to each of our lives as well. I’m gonna
stay faithful,
stay obedient, and finish strong when my time comes.
Till next week! Take care and be safe!
ELDER CHRISTENSEN
Secretario Financiero
Misión Perú Cuzco
(51) 984-503-861
(51) 084-242-521
RPM #623574
PS--- Sorry about the pics, hope everyone has a strong
stomach. If theres no pictures, its like it didnt happen!
The other pic is of the smallest lizard I've ever seen!
And then our Thanksgiving, with Elder Sowards and his
comp. Yes, Sowards is doing much better. He is back to
normal.
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