Quartel

so this week was awesome. we have been working super hard and we have been trying our best to reach our gols and hve numbers that show we are working hard. but we are just really struggling to get these numbes get that proof that we re working hard.

i dont eel super bd about it. i kno we are working hard nd tht with time we will find those people who we are meant to find and help the people we ar e supposed to help.

sorry this iemil isnt super long. i will tell a quick story.

so we went nd touched this door to talk with this lady daisy. she wasnt there so we headed to our plan b. as we were about to touch  this door i just felt super bad about it. so we didnt touch that door and i just felt like we should go look for this lady marisol. s we did and found out tht it is better to look for her in the night  from her sister. then i felty like we sheould go to this amilia añasgo. so we did and on the way we ran into this guy form our ward and bought some bread from him.

then we went to this family. on the way we passed this guy sitting on the side of the rod. we got to the door and as we were about ton touchit. i felt like we should go tlk to this guy. so we did nd made a pklan to go visit him in his house next week. then we went back to the familia añasgo.

we touched the door and then a little while after the son and daughter came out on their wy to school. we didnt get t talk for long, just enough to say that i hve met them now. then we felt like we shouldngo to the park to contact. we did and tlked with two young kids gave them a pamphletn and then went and played soccer with these two ive yer olds. (one was fat, couldnt run, and a cheater. and the other was a ball hog.)

and then ater playing eith them we talked to the oldersister of the one and took down her address to go find her later. s we were playing soccer this halway drunk guy came up tos and started talking to me.

he has a  pretty cool story. so he was in the quartel. wich sounds like cartel  right?  and he escaped twice, but they came and found him both times.  and then he escaped again and they just rcently caught up with him ater five years. so he cant go to his house with his kids because he doesnt want to cause trouble there. so he is living in the streets. and he really doesnt want to go back to the quartel. sounds lke cartel right? then he told us how he doesnt like the life of killing people and guns and totl. 

he showed us a scar on his chest that looks like a gunshot wound.

then he asked me where he could go to escape and where he could be free from the quartel. sounds like cartel right?

so we gve him that bread we bought and he cried and was sper gratefull. then we left and i translated the whole thing to my companion, and we were kinda reaking out.

then we went to our lunch and we asked the bishop if quartel meant cartell. and he said that it ddnt. so we didnt find a man from the cartel. quartel is the military service here. and if you volunteer you hve to stay nd finish the year. like there isnt nother option. but still a cool story.

that day ws literally lead by the spirit for the night. we never could have planned to do everything we did. and there are more things that happened that i dont have time to share.

but i was thinking about why every day isnt like that. and i relized that is where the whole "man should be engaged in a good cause and do many things of their own free will". it is our job to work nd grow closer to the spirit so when it comes with a job for us we re ready to listen and we are redy to obey.

noh arkoudas