Why is it that when I get sick, that everything starts going really well? This Tuesday I woke up feeling pretty much terrible. My nose was running, I had sinus pressure, a massive headache, sore throat like no other, intestinal pains, and an overwhelming lack of energy, or motive to do anything except sleep. I finally got out of bed at about 2:30 to eat breakfast, then went straight back to bed. Then at about 5 o clock, we got a phone call with a basically golden referral, and they wanted us to come over immediately (of course they did). I dragged myself out of bed, showered up, got ready, and we left at 5:30. Just to show how golden this referral was, we met them last Tuesday, and he's getting baptized tomorrow. Another cool part about this is that he's from Brazil, which means that he speaks Portuguese. Portuguese and Spanish are pretty similar and so we actually ended up teaching him in Spanish, and he'd respond to us in Portuguese. I think Portuguese people can understand Spanish, better than Spanish speakers can understand Portuguese, because even my companion was having a hard time occasionally understanding what was going on, but the people from Brazil had almost no problem understanding us. In any case, It was pretty incredible.
Alright, now for the lament of Elder Williams. This week was general conference. The missionaries who have been out for more than a year get to go to Salt Lake for one of the sessions to watch it. Needless to say, neither me, nor my companion have been out for more than a year, and so neither of us got to go with the other missionaries. However, we were able to get 5 tickets from a member in our ward. We were pretty much PUMPED. We went to these three kids who are investigating (21 years old-ish, 19-ish, and 17-ish) and asked them if they wanted to go. They said "of course" and got pretty pumped! So then we called our mission president to get permission, and he said that we could go, as long as the investigators drove us up and back, and we went straight there and back. BOO-YAH. So we went back over to their house the next day to make sure everything was good to go, and they said their dad had just scheduled a family reunion or something in some other city, and that he was making them go. Not only that, but it started at 10 AM (the same time Conference started). Sadly, they had to cancel. Then we went and talked with an investigating couple, and they got really excited to go. They got baby-sitters and everything, but then that night when we went back to make sure that everything was good to go, they weren't home. We asked around until we found out that the wife had come home extremely sick from the doctor, and that she was currently in the hospital....No bueno. Next we went and tried a bunch of other investigators, but none of them could go. We finally tried one last couple, and they got really excited, but in the end they couldn't find a baby-sitter for their kids, and had to cancel. Needless to say, I was not happy. We ended up just giving the tickets to the family that we live with, and they went and had a great time, but since we didn't have any investigators going, we couldn't go ourselves.
In any case, life rocks, the mission is incredible, and It blows my mind every day that I can speak Spanish.