Elder Wilson beat me at 21 again. =( Oh well, right? We went to the baptism of Logan Bird. I felt like I was at a circus. Most everyone there was Primary age. I played the piano and helped confirm.
Our second door tracting, we taught a first to Bill Simons, an overweight fellow that has had a stroke partially crippling his right side and who married a lady that immigrated from the Philippines. He was more into "we all are going to heaven, we just have different ways of getting there."
Then we taught Cheryl, a single-mother of a real hyper 3-yr. old Brandon. We did a 00. She has serious family problems. She said just to call.
We did visit a member in the afternoon which fell through, well, the lady who rents from the member, wasn't prepared. So we left without accomplishing much there.
Did our phone contacts and had a PPI. Bro. White drove me home. Splits was pretty good. Elder Wilson is a good elder.
Boy did I get letters from long lost friends: Rebecca Downard; Emilie (!); Sister Adams (!); Stephanie Wood - who told me she'd been molested by a neighbor (!) she is moving out of San Pablo, too. That was real sad to hear.
Plus, Chelsea wrote. I called her, but talked to her mom. Was curious to know if they were planning on a visit here soon.
And Melissa Rees wrote. Plus, my favorite - Dad wrote!
Steuart and I did about ¼ of the items we had to cover in our planning meeting. We'll finish it on Mon. morning. He has some serious allergy problems.
Plus, now I guess Mike has community service Sunday morning so scratch off church for him. I just can't figure his mom out. We need 4 more disc. for 9 this week!
(Morrissette called for Powell's # tonight. He's cool!)
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