Tuesday, August 26, 2014

THE PLAGUE

 Oh goodness, this week has been one of trials. At this current
point in time, our apartment is going through something we have called
"The Plague!" Let me tell you why using a brief story!

FLASHBACK!!!!! (In third person!)

     We return back to the scene with our Heroes, having edified many
through the truths of the gospel, get a little hungry and decide to go
out to dinner. Their evening schedule, packed with lessons, called for
only a short stop for food. With their tummies rumbling, and being
sick of the usual restaurants they visit, they scope out a delicious,
new place to eat. Suddenly, Elder McInerny spots an old, rundown
Mexican restaurant. "That one looks good," he said with a twinkle in
his eye and a glimmer of hope for satisfying food.
     "Agreed!" came Elder Snell's enthusiastic response. The dynamic
duo slowly pulled up to the front of this shady restaurant and
realized that everyone in there was speaking in a vernacular that they
were not entirely fluent in. Through broken Spanish, Elder McInerny
explained that they desired to consume quatro papusas. After ten
minutes of waiting, they finally received their allotted meal. To
their surprise and astonishment, when they took their first bites, the
delicacy called "papusas" were superb, so they continued enjoying this
meal.
     After the meal was devoured, our Heroes left a reasonable tip,
got up and left the business establishment. It was at this moment in
time when the surrounding birds and citizens heard a piercing scream.
Elder McInerny let out the loudest war cry ever heard by human ears.
To he Hero's great astonishment, his mode of transportation acquired
an unwanted flat tire. This was the second one in two weeks that the
duo had received. Little did they know what was about to go down in
the next twenty four hours. A little down hearted, but still with fire
in their eyes, the two ran to their next appointment with Evelyn.
     That appointment turned out to be the best one yet. She opened up
and let us know what she had on her mind. It was a miracle! She told
them that she had never prayed about The Book of Mormon and that she
will pray about it and read every day! In their opinion, the best
appointment of the transfer! With spirits lifted and smiles on their
faces, he companionship proceeded to walk to their next destinations.
Arriving a little behind, they apologized to the members they were set
up to teach. The family was grateful for the Elders' Diligence and
rewarded them with delicious chocolate.

      Ok. Back to first person. I want to rewind two weeks to remind
you what happened.
Me:  "Hey, we really need to hurry, or Grandma is going to end up
beating us with her cane"
Comp.: "Yeah, that's probably a good idea."
*POP* psssssssssssssssssssssshhhhh....
Me: "What was that?"
Comp.: "My tire..."

     Yes, there were multiple Walmart runs to get inner tubes. To make
it even more comical, our roommates had another flat tire this week on
Wednesday and last week on Saturday, Now, fast forward back to the
story from above and then twenty four hours from that.
     It's a Friday, and we have a bunch of appointments in the
evening. We are riding back from Walmart with a new tube on my
companions bike.
     *POP* psssssssssssssssssssssshhhhh....
     I couldn't believe it! Out of nowhere and about three miles away
from our apartment, Elder McInerny's tire popped again! This time it
was he opposite wheel! Over the irony of this all, I didn't know
whether to laugh or to break out in tears. We walked our bikes to a
nearby shopping center and called the Sister missionaries to come get
us because we had a dinner appointment in thirty minutes. We did get
is one fixed and replaced his tires as well. At the end of it all, we
called this string of five flat tires in two weeks, ”THE PLAGUE!" So
if you had any flat tires out there, the plague has struck again!

     Well, that's my week for you! Can't wait to hear back from you
all! Love ya!

     ~ Elder Zac Snell
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