This week not much happened. We taught Oscar and Migueli the last of the lessons.
Yesterday my companion and I did a split with another companionship. That way he could go to the spanish ward and I could go to one of our 6 other wards. It turns out that the ward I went to was having ward conference that day. As the third hour approached, I felt that we needed to attend the combined young womens and young mens class. So, we did. The stake young women's presidency taught the first 20 minutes or so, leaving about 30 minutes for the stake president's councilor to speak. He walked up and said, "Elders, please come up here." So we walked up to the front and he asked what one piece of advice we would give that group. Then someone had a question, then he had a few more questions and we ended up being the entire lesson. We sat down and he closed with his testimony saying that he had an entire lesson planned but that he felt that he needed to have us speak instead and that he now knew that that is what he was supposed to do. It was really good, but I had a feeling that was going to happen.
The only other thing that happened last week...
We picked up another pair of elders and went to help the sisters to paint a fence for one of their investigators, Chuy, while he was at work. We spent a few hours painting, until we ran out of paint, then everyone left. We had to park about two houses down. As we walked to the car, the owner of the house we parked in front of angrily asked why I parked in front of his house. Apparently we had a metal box in his front yard that had a small for sale sign on it and when we parked, we were blocking that... So, I apologized, we were getting in the car and one of the other missionaries pointed out that we had two flat tires... My companion decided we would drive on them anyway. We drove about 6 feet and he changed his mind.
We called a local company to come and air up our tires. We waited for about an hour when this gentlemen's neighbor came out to make sure we were okay. None of these people are members. She explained that she saw him let the air out of our tires and called the cops. She also had some other descriptive words to say that I will keep to myself.
Anyway, we continued waiting another hour or so for our car to get fixed, and then the investigator who's fence we were painting came home and he aired up our tires.
Please send me some letters!
Elder Hendrix
1008 W Sanetta
Nampa, ID 83651
Thank you for your continued support!
Elder Hendrix