This week flew by. It was ridiculous.
The Zone and Mihiro-San on Mt. Takao. Also, the Kohoku elders.
On Tuesday we had lunch after having a lesson with one of
our investigators and he introduced some new sushi to me. After eating it I was
way stoked because it was incredibly delicious and I asked him what it was
since he just kind of handed it to me and told me to try it. I look up and he
just sits there smiling and casually says, "Salmon Testicals".
Thanks.
During our bike taxi service there's an older guy who
usually gets a ride from us on a regular basis and told us to come visit
sometime. So we did. He and his wife let us in and gave us strawberries. They
had a Book of Mormon from 2 years ago or so. They don't have interest in
learning about The Gospel. However, the wife is actually a survivor from WW2
and told us what it was like. It was crazy! She was in middle school and they
forced everyone to work in factories to build war supplies. Then when it ended
and she was supposed to go back to school, they didn't even have desks at the
schools since they used everything they had to try and supply the war. She also
was a first hand witness of a lot of the fire-bombings and lost a lot of
friends all while having very little food to live on. It was very humbling to
hear her experience. I don't know how I would feel if that happened to me in
middle school. But then she talked about how that experience made her into a
stronger person, and although it's hard to look back on, she said it's helped
her. She said she found importance in giving and that she has a bigger capacity
to handle hard things. It was incredible listening to her.
Friday we had interviews and then took off to Kichijoji
(Tokyo) to practice for a big event we're doing called Polynesian Night. It'll
be on Saturday this upcoming week but I don't want to spoil anything. I may or
may not be dancing in a lava-lava.
Other than that it was just the usual finding and
teaching.
Keep on keepin on,
Elder Cuff
We found a sick water fountain!
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