Well as requested by Sister Naomi Hutchins here are a few adventures that I had this week aka stories:
1. It was Christmas day and my companion and I were in charge of planning and carrying out an activity (Christmas activity) for about 40 missionaries. The heat was on (literally) we planned the activity to perfection or so we had thought. the one fault was the cook. For some reason unbeknown to me I was selected as the cook out barbecue burner guy. Getting the fire going at the activity was child's play, as it is for any real eagle scout (also for any worthy priesthood holder) as the flames died down and the coals heated up, I put the meat on the grill and as it was greasy. I ran to the bathroom to wash my hands (just so you know that is about a thirty second trip there and back including the hand washing) so thirty seconds later I come back to find about ten missionaries staring at the wall of flame where the grill was once standing...... I instantly grabbed my tools and set to work trying to save the meat, but all that happened was I lost a lot of hair, on my eye brows and my arms. It was quite the adventure.
2. Same day, Christmas, A sister from our branch called us at about 3:30 crying her brother has cancer and was having trouble breathing for the past few hours. She asked us if we would come and give him a blessing. (for those of you who don't know the plan was for my companion and I to talk to our families at 400 and 500) so we said our families can wait (and they did until about 9:30ish) and we went to give the man a blessing. He was bad, all that the sister asked us to bless him with was rest, help him to rest she pleaded. So we laid our hands upon his head and by the authority of the restored priesthood which we hold and in the name of Jesus Christ we commanded him to rest. Within an hour he past away.
3. Last story for this week, Sunday after lunch my companion and i were coming back from lunch on our bikes, while riding along we came to 'sharp drop off' meaning a steep sand hill which we had to go down, but right after we got to the bottom we had to turn in order to avoid crashing into the house in front and we couldn't turn too soon of we would hit the car on the other side, it wouldn't have been too hard, but as it so happens my bike doesn't have breaks.....As i tried to make that turn my bike was going way too fast the wheels went one way and my body followed as the bike turned on its side and my leg skidded along the ground. I hopped right back up and kept going until we got home only to find both my pants and leg destroyed. But with my sewing skills......I was able to 'fix the pants' and well alcohol saved my leg from any possible infection.
Love you all and hope you enjoyed these small tales from the land of Chile were people are smaller and the the sun a lot closer. (at least that's what they tell me) also apparently the first man to own the moon was a Chilean.....
Elder Hutchins
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