Fire..........

Ladies and gentleman! It's been a dramatic few weeks! I survived my first fire, nearly managed to brawl two men on separate occasions, enjoyed a zone conference in Junction City, and had some great lessons with the Curtis and Freemyer families.

We managed to reach the home of a family that had scheduled to feed us. The four of us were chilling with the father of the home when we noticed some smoke in the direction of the wood burning stove that heats their home. The father ran outside to check on the stove. I felt.. not right so I was right behind him. "The house is on fire!" He screeched, "I can't get 911!" All of us evacuated until we realized the fire department wasn't going to come in time. We dashed in and out of the house grabbing as many valuables as possible: guns, TV'S, ammunition, an Xbox. Never before have I seen such horror and desperation in the human eye as I had seen that day. All of us stopped going inside when the smoke became too thick to see when with the brightest of flashlights

The fire department showed with four or five trucks beginning to fight the fire, but it wasn't too be. Each of the trucks were out of water! All that could be done by the fire department was to watch the fire and contain it the best they could. For hours we solemnly stood watching everything that family owned firm to ash. The attitude of the rest of the family was something amazing. The kids were taking pictures of the fire and posting it on social media with a smile on their face saying, "Well I guess we are moving!" The mother stood by us and made sure we were okay and SHE told ME to stop being so somber and that everything is going to be okay. Everyone was happy that the whole family made it out alive. It stands as a testimony to everyone involved what is most important in this life is the family and the gospel. It's been the most amazing thing to see the ward zoom to satiate the enormous needs of the family. At the present, this family has a roof under their heads, food, water, and clothing. Well on their way to recovering from this disaster. Please pray for the Enfield family!

From that moment to this, I nearly stepped in the way of a man's wrath for his dog who knocked over his cereal bowl. Also had a drunken man pull a tazer out of his pocket. Just glad it was a taser and not something a little more scary. No worries, he just wanted to show it off.

I found this sign in a bathroom for all you germaphobes. Those who read braille must wash their hands extra frequently.

Zone Conference was a great time. We took this picture outside and I am so proud of myself for not making a horrid expression in the face of the searing sun.

Elder Goodman and I, cheesin'.

How about some awesome movie quotes in response to missionary work? Aw yeah!

~ Harry Potter ~

"Terrible! ... yes... but great."

~ Game of Thrones ~

"I miss girls. Not even talking to them, I never talked to them. Just looking at them... and hearing them giggle."

~ Back to the Future ~

"They found me. I don't know how but they found me! Run for it Marty!!"

~ Forrest Gump ~

"I'm pretty tired. I think I'll go home now."

~ Star Wars IV ~

"Everything's perfectly alright now. We're fine, we're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?" *grimace*

Hey I love you guys so much! The church is true! The family is so important! You are loved by a Father in Heaven who knows you and still loves you! So, remember who you are and don't let that get you down. Remember what you are and who you stand on! Prayers and love to you always!! Thanks for yours! Love from Wi-Chee-Tuh!

The Face of Mischief

It's been well enough time I should catch you up in the happenings of the Great Bend, Kansas. To begin, I should tell of the story of finding a less active member by the name of Dustin. Elder Porter and I naturally attempt the address on the records of the church, but to no avail. We notice a note left behind in the missionaries record of the area indicating Dustin may be at a different address the missionaries specified. Elder Porter and I rush to address number two. A man answers the door, says he knows Dustin. I am distracted by a cat trying to climb me as I stand on the porch. The dang feline made it halfway up my leg before I shake him off. By the time I am able to redirect my attention to the man at the door, I find he is calling Dustin on the phone. Elder Porter stated our business as I freed myself from the claws of a wildcat. I ascertain the man is speaking to Dustin's girlfriend, Tiffany. He says, I quote, "Tiffany, yes, there are two men here looking for Dustin." I want to scream, "Judas Priest! Why don't you tell him the cops are after him?! Or the Men in Black?! Or the mafia?!" I couldn't find a way to ask politely this man request Dustin's address without blowing the operation by waxing eloquent! I remained quiet. Tiffany did not provide an address. This man that had answered the door is helpful, despite his foolery. He gives us the most obscure directions: a white house a few blocks north of the park on the west side.

The next day we travel to the approximate area a few blocks north of the park. There are white houses everywhere. Elder Porter and I saw the strangest thing: a man in his front lawn screaming heavy metal into a microphone and slamming on his guitar. I almost take a picture, but I restrain myself for fear of offending the man or looking unprofessional. We knock a few white doors, but find no success in recovering a Dustin or finding someone to teach the gospel. Progressively, Elder Porter and I come closer to the man performing to the world, standing in front of a white house! I don't know what to do, so I simply take a seat and listen to the performance. The rockstar finishes his songs and begins to clean up his gear. We offer to help and place his equipment inside his home. While doing this, the man says, "You guys must be the two men looking for me." Uh oh. "Thank God you have, it's been a while since I've seen the missionaries!" Phew! Since this moment we have taught Dustin and Tiffany, as well as their friend James. I am so grateful the Lord led us straight to Dustin to find even more investigators to teach. God will provide a way, and He does have a sense of humor! I should know. He made me!

On quite a few of our preparation days, Elder Winegar and I had some nerf wars. Here is the schematic of our favorite map we created in the gym. Barricades consisted of volleyball nets, tables and chairs.

We've had zone training as well, and with it some pictures. Here is the cream of the crop: 

We've been required by the mission president to review the latest world wide mission broadcast. During the review, Elder Boyer fell asleep. Couldn't resist scaring him with a popping of an empty bottle. Here is a play-by-play:

Elder Goodman has filled the place of Elder Winegar. Elder Winegar has transferred to Garden City. Here is a picture of the four of us after a game of pool at the local bowling alley.

I had the opportunity to play with chalk so I recreated a comic from the latest New Era. If you can't read my handwriting:  

Apparently my girlfriend has experienced a "mighty change of heart". 

That's great! 

No, she's dumping me.

While we were in Larned, I came across a beautiful sunset so I was sure to take a photo and I'd like to share it with all of you. 

Elder Porter and I have been diligently teaching the Freemyer family. We may have found means to help Steve, the father, attend sacrament. There is a co-worker of Steven that devises his schedule that has our back! We have also been teaching the Curtis family. Sister Curtis has two foster children that have been investigating the church for several months. The both of them were asking to be baptized in our second lesson with them. They're looking at the date of March 25th. So exciting!! 

I sure love you all. Thank you again and always for the undying support and utterances in prayer in the behalf of these good people of Kansas. I pray for all of you as well. Love you so much!