Elder Adam's February 2nd Email

BATS!

Dear Family!

This week's been pretty good. The other companionship in our house has been trying to work things out between themselves, so it's been more peaceful around. Much more quiet and silent too...

...Except for that weird chirping sound that's in the space between the ceiling and the roof. I've been hearing it since I got to Pucallpa and I've always assumed it was a bird, because that's what it sounded like. I would always say, "Hey guys, come listen to this! We've got a bird living above here!"

Last Tuesday, we actually found out what it was. I went to wash my hands in the kitchen sink when I saw it, sucking water from a sponge. It was big, brown, and hairy. At first I thought it was a bug, but on further inspection, I found that it was a bat. Same thing, pretty much, but I was stunned! I told everyone to come check it out. When we did, the bat sprang to life and tackled Elder Haymond's face! I tried to help, but it bit my arm. In the end, we were all bitten and got rabies.

I'm just kidding though. The bat didn't move from the sponge at all. Elder Haymond and I were too psyched out about it to do anything, so Elder Anze, his companion, came in with a broom and a blick. After a flurry of action, he tossed it outside. We haven't seen it since. But we will see another one. I still hear chirps up in the attic.

That's my fun story this week. My cool story is that I got the perfect contact too. In the MTC, we would always fantasize what the perfect investigator would be, and we all came to the decision that he'd be an English-speaker that would contact us instead of us contacting him. 

Guess what? I got that. W00t! We were just walking through the street late one night, heading to our last appointment when this guy stops me and says "Hey, where are you going?"

I was surprised that he began to talk to me in English, and I figured that since he stopped us missionaries on the street, he wanted to hear what we had to say, so I said, "Well, we're looking for you!" I replied in English.

"You are from the church of those Mormons, no?"

"Yes, we are! We're missionaries from that church!"

"Great! I want you to visit me and teach me about your religion in my house! Here's my phone number..."

That was pretty much the luckiest, coolest, and most awesome thing that happened to me in my mission. Best. Contact. Evar. I was in a good mood for the rest of the night. We have yet to contact him again, but teaching him in English is going to be fun. At the same time, we were proselyting with one of the assistants, who knows a good amount of English too. After the contact, he leaned over to me and said, "You gotta teach that guy! You're super lucky to find an English-speaker!"

But that was pretty much my week. How's everyone doing over there? Is Katie doing well? How about all my wonderful nieces and nephews! Is Dad's knee recovering well? I love you all! You guys are the best!

Always praying for all of you,

Elder Dixon