|bacon on the ground|
|picture on fire alarm|
I got slapped this week, so that was fun. A woman really hit me three times on my bare arm and told to go back to my own country, because they already had teachers here! I thought that was nice. I actually was grateful for it because it snapped me back into reality for a minute, and helped me remember who I am and what I am doing here. This is totally not normal life! I am a representative of Jesus Christ, like Paul, or like Stephen, or like Peter! I am preaching his gospel with every footstep I take. I am stopping people on the streets to bear my testimony of a living Father in Heaven who has a plan for us and a Savior who died for every one of us. I cannot believe that for one minute I would ever forget the significance of my calling.
BUT we also got blessed on the street this week. SO, justice, right?Phew. Also, they have these white flesh peaches here, and they are just heavenly.
SO happy pioneer day!!!
s laskou,sestra abbott