Elder Bringhurst and I are getting along just fine. Plenty of sparks but at the end of
the day we're still glad to be companions. Kinda how it's been the
whole transfer, really.
I'm being transferred this week. I don't know where
or with who I'll be serving. but I do know I'm going to have fun. I'll
miss the folks here in Carmel but new friends ahead.
The Carmel Ward of the Charlotte South Stake doesn't
exist anymore. Yesterday they changed the name of the ward to Providence
Ward and changed the boundaries quite a bit from what they were. Good
thing I'm leaving; I don't have to deal with that. :D Poor Elder
Bringhurst. He's also training a high-functioning autist, and the result
of the next three months will determine whether or not the kid can stay
on a mission. so he's pretty stressed, too.
We were able to help Bonnie again. It was raining and she was
pretty impressed that we still came and helped her on our bikes. So we
had a huge positive impact on her.
Yes, the Catawba Indians are in our mission. That's all I really know.
Good solid counsel for a missionary: stay positive and know that success does not equal baptisms.
Love you guys,
Elder Fruitcake
(for thus I have been christened by Elder Bringhurst).
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