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January 24, 2010

What up fam....

Well, again not too much to say this week. I did get the photos, thank you mom, wow, all of you look way older. I had to double check that this one picture of Austin was actually Austin and not someone else. And as far as the matieral that the molcajete is made from I don't know, I assume some kind of volcanic rock, and... yeah...

Well this week was rather dull except for the fact that our one favorite teenage recent convert who always has so much drama surrounding her is now in a mental hospital. Yup... Friday night the ward had a meeting or activity with the youth and their parents and it was about chastity. Apparently Dianna found out about all the stuff the other young women had saying about her a few weeks previous, and that combined some other factors resulted in some sort of mental meltdown during this activity and the bishop took her and her mom to the Houston mental hospital at 2 AM, she's getting our tommorow morning so hopefully we'll be able to see her and see how she's doing. We found out on saturday when we dropped by and just found her mother there and she told us all about it. Luckily she and her adult sons that live close by all assume that it was because Dianna's father spoiled her as a child and that's why she's unstable. I don't know if I'd agree with that but at least they don't blame the chruch. We were intensely worried that they'd think it was a result of joining the mormon church. Poor girl, her mom was saying that she's kind of caught between her non-member friends which, reportedly, are a bunch of scumbags, and her mormon friends who stabbed her in the back, but who she's now friends with again, though perhaps not anymore. That combined with this new mormon lifestyle seems to have fried her poor little 15 year old brain. Poor thing, luckily the ward doesn't know about it. Only the bishop and his wife. We've been praying for her quite a bit and tommorow we'll stop by and see how she's doing. Drama, drama, drama, I'm tired of drama. No more drama please.

I really have been getting tired things like this lately. Missionary work is very depressing in few facets. Everyday we visit families that are being spiritually destroyed right in front of our eyes, and we do our best, most often with marginal results, and it's just down right sad. It really is a war, and just like those stories of soilders who go insane after months and months of seeing their fellow human beings hewn down. It's depressing but the few times that we really do help someone, be it through baptism or re-activation, it makes up for all the horror we have to put up. That I'm learning rather keenly from these situations how NOT to run my family, and how NOT to live my life. I've learned that if I make the same mistakes as these people I'll end up like them in their horrible situations.

Hmm... I'm trying to think or something to end this e-mail on a slightly happier note. Oh so we have a new missionary in our district, fresh from the MTC, Elder Padilla, he's from Peru. He's been living in Pleasent Grove for the last 5 years and yet his english is non-existant. Much to the amusement of us, also he has a hard time understanding the people here just like we do, since most everyone here is Mexican or Central American, very different from Preuvian spanish. I've been having him teach me Peruvian slang, though I don't know when I'll use it, I've met a total of two Peruvians my whole mission.

Well that's all for today. I love you all and hope you have a good week. Peace out.

--- Elder Rice