This week hasn't yielded that many visible fruits. We went by to each of our four investigators this week, and each and every time they were either sick or not home. The one lesson we did get in was with a gal and her extended family on the southern edge of our area who has an odd gift- for some reason she can see when people will die. They asked for a visit, seeking comfort after a member of the family died. We shared a lesson on the Plan of Salvation, but there was this guy who kept on going off on tangents and taking the lesson farther and farther away from where we wanted it to go. I hate it when that happens. Everything is going well, when you decide to ask someone for some productive insight, input, and testimony, and next thing you know you're listening to a twenty minute personal anecdote that has absolutely nothing to do with the lesson. Oh well, what can you do? We were able to get the lesson back on track at the end, and wrapped it up as best we could. We were late to English Class that night.
I also got to go to an actual haunted house this week, as well. There's a gal who coordinates some service for us, who needed help not only shoveling her own house out, but her workplace, so, naturally, we volunteered for help. The Spanish Sisters went as well. It was kinda funny- I was the only one there who had seen snow before my mission. The lady took us on a tour of her workplace- it used to be some Quaker dude's house, once upon a time. It dawned on me afterwards that perhaps that is why the house is haunted. The basement is creepy, and there's a pile of coal and debris in the corner about 100 years old. The attic is just as creepy, smelling dank and wet. Apparently sometimes when there's only one or two people in the house doors will open and close over and over again of their own accord. There's a 'secret' stairway that's been closed off due to 'security issues.' One night our host was cleaning up (alone, I should add) and she heard a bang, and when she investigated the door to the stairway was wide open. She's also the only person who ever goes into the basement, as the others are all too afraid to do so, so she knows of a fact whether or not she left the light on or off down there. On a separate occasion, our host returned after a vacation week to find that the light was on. Pretty creepy, huh? I got out of there right after the tour was over. Not to give them power of any sort, but I find it best to not tangle or trifle with malevolent spirits of the darkest sort. The gal bought us pizza, though, so it was all fine.
Elder Cintrón and I have played Go a couple times, and both of us really enjoy it. I played it with DL Elder Choi (who is Korean, and grew up playing the game- one of his brothers went to school for Go),
and beat him. He was the best opponent I've faced in person. It really is a fun game, and I can't wait to teach dad how to play it. I think he'd get a kick out it. Thank him for the advice in his last email,
would you? I really appreciate him. You know, now that I have mingled with an met a variety of people, I find that a cultured mind is rare, and true strategic proficiency is harder to come by than one would think. Elder Sewell in my last area was considered a great strategist, but he was only able to beat me one time out of ten at various games. I think it will be a minor hobby of mine to find people of similar strategic skill to mine, but dad will always be one of my toughest opponents. Even in Kung Fu, he's always been the one I had a truly difficult time beating. I love my dad, and am proud to be his son.
Well, that's all for now. Give my love to grandma and grandpa!
All my love,
Elder Richard Brandt Hull