Will Smith

Hola. Here is a summary of the week. 

Many of the Haitian women walk around the city with buckets of avocados and bananas that they sell. I occasionally buy from this cute lady who doesn’t speak much Spanish. I finally asked her what her name is and she said, “Will Smith.” We see Will Smith almost every day. 

After a long day we came back to our apartment to find that the toilet had flooded. I had the pleasure of seeing my companion mad for the first time yet. We worked out a system to sweep all the water off the balcony. She would use the broom and I was working the mop. She hated the toilet water touching her but I was carelessly pushing it towards her. She said, Hermana Christensen, I swear if you splash me one more...I am going to bed. Haha - we both laugh about it now. Hermana Thomas is my sister. Or as she puts it, I’m her honorary sista.

The only thing I understand less than Dominicans speaking Spanish is Dominicans trying to practice their English on me. 

There is one investigator that has been receiving lessons for quite some time. He is one of the most sincere and genuine people I have met. His name is Mario and he is from Haiti. He goes to church and reads but what is stopping him from joining the church is that he has a big doubt about a modern day prophet. In our last lesson with him he said if there is a prophet he would like to talk to him. We pray every night for things to improve in Haiti and things still haven’t gotten better. If there was a prophet, I would ask him to pray for Haiti. He is so humble and I know he just wants the best for his country. 

The 4th came and went. When we were laying down at night my companion and I sang the National Anthem in our celebration of the wonderful holiday. 

We live by a molasses factory. All day long we smell this sickly sweet smell. That and the other strange odors really have my gag reflex going. 

In my office is a beautiful painting of a wheat field. The painting is a vast collection of individual brushstrokes - none of which in isolation is very interesting or impressive. In fact, if you stand close to the canvas, all you can see is a mass of seemingly unrelated and unattractive streaks of yellow and gold and brown paint. However, as you gradually move away from the canvas, all the individual brushstrokes combine together and produce a magnificent land-scape of a wheat field. - Elder Bednar 

Life is good and thank you for all your support. I am so so grateful. It sounds like everything is going well back at home. Love you Love you

Meg