So this week a lot of stuff happened, but for the sake of time I can
only talk about the most exciting part, which I will tell in a story.
It all started in 1997...
Jokes! No it started on Saturday at about 3:00 P.M. My companion and I
were doing some tracting. We had had a pretty good time. We had a few
nice discussions, no one super solid though. Then we came to this
house. In Australia Most of the houses are fenced off. So you often
have to open a gate and walk into the yard before you can knock on the
door. This was one of those homes. We opened the gate, walked in, and
heard a man inside screaming at someone else inside. He used some
colorful language. One word in particular was definitely his go-to
word. Well, at the beginning of my mission, that would scare me and I
would just leave that house. But after a while the fear goes away. So
we just keep walking. When we got up onto the porch, the man saw us
outside his window, and redirected his screams at us, with special
emphasis on his favorite word. He issued to us a firm invitation to
leave his property as soon as possible (garnished with more of that
word, which is was quickly getting tired of).
As soon as I heard this invitation, I turned and began to shuffle out
of the yard. My companion on the other hand, didn't move. Instead he
asked, very kindly, "pardon?". If you don't remember, my companion is
a very large man. He also has quite the temper. So I began to be
worried. The yells and favorite words continued and increased in
volume. Soon the door slammed open and the man came raging out the
door. At this point, my shuffle became a brisk jog, and my companion
decided to follow me. The man picked up the nearest object which was a
bike helmet, and threw it at us hard. It hit my companion in the arm.
Uh-oh.
Well, the man then began to run at us and then in self defense, my
companion picked the helmet up and threw it right back at him.
SMACK
IT hit the man right in the head. Hard.
Well at that point, chaos totally broke. The man raised the beer
bottle he had been drinking from and ran at Elder Faamausili with
murderous rage in his eyes. They were in a dead sprint running down
the road. I began to follow when two other men ran out of the house
and yelled that same word many times at me. (it must be a family
slogan or something?) Well, yeah I did what a true hero full of
courage and faith does. I ran my guts out in the other direction.
When I turned around, I realized nobody was following me. Phew!
Relief! I'm good. good good....
Oh wait.. That means there's three guys chasing my companion.
So I ran back, then was chased back again by one of the guys with a
big rock in his hand. (man these guys are crazy!!) So then I came to
my senses and went around the other way. I got to the car, hoping and
praying that my companion would be there, but of course, he wasn't.
I kept my cool, drove around in the car a little but always checking
back where the car was to make sure he didn't go back. I couldn't find
him. So I parked in the same spot again and waited. It took about 20
minutes before I freaked out and decided I needed to do something. My
companion had our phone, so I borrowed a phone from a nice random guy,
and then realized I didn't know my own number... or any numbers except
for my past number. So I called my last companion and got President
Maxwell's number from him, called him, and then got my comp's number
and found him.
While I had been on my chase, my companion had been in a more exciting
one. These men with rocks/bottles chased him over a fence, where he
was chased by a big dog, then the same three men jumped over the
fence, then the owners of this random house, (also drunk, also using
that same word) came to my companions defense. Well, long story
short, or shorter anyway, the police were called, then called off. The
man was lying a lot about us attacking him. He had a nice big
bleeding wound on his head. Our ward mission leader came to the rescue
and stopped all the arguments. Everybody went home and all were safe.
But yeah! That happened!!
Fun story right?
How was your week?
only talk about the most exciting part, which I will tell in a story.
It all started in 1997...
Jokes! No it started on Saturday at about 3:00 P.M. My companion and I
were doing some tracting. We had had a pretty good time. We had a few
nice discussions, no one super solid though. Then we came to this
house. In Australia Most of the houses are fenced off. So you often
have to open a gate and walk into the yard before you can knock on the
door. This was one of those homes. We opened the gate, walked in, and
heard a man inside screaming at someone else inside. He used some
colorful language. One word in particular was definitely his go-to
word. Well, at the beginning of my mission, that would scare me and I
would just leave that house. But after a while the fear goes away. So
we just keep walking. When we got up onto the porch, the man saw us
outside his window, and redirected his screams at us, with special
emphasis on his favorite word. He issued to us a firm invitation to
leave his property as soon as possible (garnished with more of that
word, which is was quickly getting tired of).
As soon as I heard this invitation, I turned and began to shuffle out
of the yard. My companion on the other hand, didn't move. Instead he
asked, very kindly, "pardon?". If you don't remember, my companion is
a very large man. He also has quite the temper. So I began to be
worried. The yells and favorite words continued and increased in
volume. Soon the door slammed open and the man came raging out the
door. At this point, my shuffle became a brisk jog, and my companion
decided to follow me. The man picked up the nearest object which was a
bike helmet, and threw it at us hard. It hit my companion in the arm.
Uh-oh.
Well, the man then began to run at us and then in self defense, my
companion picked the helmet up and threw it right back at him.
SMACK
IT hit the man right in the head. Hard.
Well at that point, chaos totally broke. The man raised the beer
bottle he had been drinking from and ran at Elder Faamausili with
murderous rage in his eyes. They were in a dead sprint running down
the road. I began to follow when two other men ran out of the house
and yelled that same word many times at me. (it must be a family
slogan or something?) Well, yeah I did what a true hero full of
courage and faith does. I ran my guts out in the other direction.
When I turned around, I realized nobody was following me. Phew!
Relief! I'm good. good good....
Oh wait.. That means there's three guys chasing my companion.
So I ran back, then was chased back again by one of the guys with a
big rock in his hand. (man these guys are crazy!!) So then I came to
my senses and went around the other way. I got to the car, hoping and
praying that my companion would be there, but of course, he wasn't.
I kept my cool, drove around in the car a little but always checking
back where the car was to make sure he didn't go back. I couldn't find
him. So I parked in the same spot again and waited. It took about 20
minutes before I freaked out and decided I needed to do something. My
companion had our phone, so I borrowed a phone from a nice random guy,
and then realized I didn't know my own number... or any numbers except
for my past number. So I called my last companion and got President
Maxwell's number from him, called him, and then got my comp's number
and found him.
While I had been on my chase, my companion had been in a more exciting
one. These men with rocks/bottles chased him over a fence, where he
was chased by a big dog, then the same three men jumped over the
fence, then the owners of this random house, (also drunk, also using
that same word) came to my companions defense. Well, long story
short, or shorter anyway, the police were called, then called off. The
man was lying a lot about us attacking him. He had a nice big
bleeding wound on his head. Our ward mission leader came to the rescue
and stopped all the arguments. Everybody went home and all were safe.
But yeah! That happened!!
Fun story right?
How was your week?
We just have a couple of people to teach right now so we spend all day
every day trying to find new ones! The miracles will start flowing in
soon I am sure. We are teaching one woman, she is a very old Peruvian
woman named Maria. She is awesome. She is at church every week. Her
whole family is members, but she has been waiting to be baptized cause
she doesn't think she is ready yet. She'll come around! She is
amazing. She always cooks Peruvian food for us. I love her!
Yesterday somebody was cleaning out their garage (In
Australia, garage is pronounced so that it rhymes with carriage). We
offered to help, but they refused. But I had thought, man I want to do
that! I really miss the chores, which is weird. But this week we got
to mow a lawn for an investigator, and that was the highlight of my
day! I loved it. I have missed the feeling of holding a trimmer and
the smell of gasoline and cut grass. It was good. But It's not as good
without my family.
Love you all!
Elder Calvin Chappell
Elder Calvin Chappell
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