Alright. So this has been an awesome week!
Last Wednesday for P-day our district decided (with a great amount of lobbying on my part) to go go-karting at the local go kart track. After 3 months of not being behind any kind of wheel I was desperate to feel some adrenaline. The rush from eating a balut only gets you so far. Hahahaha.
So we go to this go kart place. I'm expecting sub-Scandia go karts. Maybe 10 miles an hour. We got there and the track was really sweet! Long track, sharp corners, plenty of passing spots. Then I noticed that you had to wear racing helmets. It cost 300 pesos for 8 laps which is like 6 bucks. All the Elders get in their carts and as I sit down I realize that this is a pretty nice cart. Then he starts it up.
VROOOOM!!!! Those karts were just as fast as RPM's karts! It was sweet! We were flying! Drifting every turn! High speed action! High-octane(thats one of those things that people say but nobody knows what it means)! Just awesome. It was so fun that we went twice.
Sunday was a pretty good day. The only problem was that one of the kids that we baptized showed up late for church and so he didnt get confirmed. Crap! But next Sunday I'll make sure it happens.
The ward missionaries here are awesome! They are all Young Single Adults. We just love them! Last Friday we went over to Binggi's house with Romel and the four of us put together the program for the baptism. Then Binggi's cousin Angelina came home. She lives with them but she isn't a member. So Elder Arbado and I tried to see if she wanted to come to the baptism. She did. But when we asked her to come to church on Sunday she refused. Well, we are determined now to teach the lessons to her. But Sunday I learned from Binggi that Angelina got all the way to the plan of Salvation already and told the missionaries that she didn't want to learn more.
So we came up with a plan. We are going to start going to Binggi's house more often to "share with her and her mom" the lessons in preach my gospel. And we're just gonna have Angelina join in. She's gonna be taking all the discussions again and not even know what hit her.
So lets see...there's been some pretty funny stories these past couple of days.
So there's a golf course in our tracting area. And yesterday we had to walk through the golf course from Top Hill, a pretty big jungle neighborhood to get to our next appointment. Top Hill is DIRECTLY adjacent to the golf course.
So on our way back from the appointment, this kid was carrying five golf balls and a 3 iron. We ran into him at the bottom of this really tall and steep hill that leads to one of the greens. We asked him if we could each take a swing. So Elder Arbado gets up and takes his swing. The balls hits the hill and rolls back down. So its my turn. I take the club just as a couple of women look down from the top of the hill and back up as they realize what I am about to attempt.
PAUSE
For those of you who do not know but can probably imagine, my father has been training me my entire life to golf--much to my chagrin. I really have never liked it until this last year. And my ball distance has improved...significantly.
UNPAUSE
I take my stance, and swing the club back, and come down on the ball like I'm in the tee box. BOOM!!!! The ball goes rocketing up into the air right where I had accidentally aimed--for the huge throng of women and children playing outside their houses RIGHT NEXT TO THE GOLF COURSE!
Silence...only broken by Elder Arbado half yelling-half laughing, "Oh my son, you're such a fool!" I dropped the club and looked at the kid who appeared to have just seen a ghost or realized that someone at the top of the hill very well may have been killed by little white bullet. I handed him the club, grabbed my things and took off running the opposite way. "Elder! Run! We need to get out of here!" But he called back, "No! We have to go get the ball!"
So terrified that I may have killed one of the many children playing in the neighborhood, we trudged up the hill just expecting a crowd of people circled around a bleeding child.
When we finally reached the top of the hill and stood on the green that I had COMPLETELY missed, the first thing that greeted me was the solemn shaking of heads from the two women who had seen me grab the club. Next, I saw a group of children still huddled covering their heads with their hands. I can only imagine their fear as a golf ball shot like a missile up the hill nearly killing one of them. Elder Arbado turned to me and whispered in his best English, "Act like you're casual." His version of 'act casual'. We just kept walking not wanting to look back. We got to our next appointment without having to pay any hospital bills. But someone or something got ROCKED by that ball.
Alright. My time is about up. Hope that everything is going well with you all. I miss and love each one of you even though I am still able to remain focused.
Love,
Elder Treadway
