So, I don't even know how to describe the things that have happened this week. It feels like a whole month since the last time I sat down to type out an E-mail.
We took a nap on Monday, something which is noteworthy because it NEVER happens! That night we went and tried to get a bunch of stuff for the branch, only to be told that we couldn't get any of the stuff for at least a year because the budget has already been decided for this year. That was annoying.
Tuesday, we went to a pizza resturaunt. I didn't want to go because the pizza there is sucks (that's how our Ukrainian friends say it) and I always feel sick after eating it. We went anyway, and afterwards decided never to go back because, surprise, it is still sucks. Then we went and taught english, which was decently fun.
Wednesday, we went to an Israeli man who lived in Texas for a long time but now runs a printing shop. We had him print new invitation cards for our English practice class.
Thursday, got on a train in the morning and went to Nikolaev for Zone Training. I got to see my MTC bro, Elder Jensen. It was awesome, it's been forever since I've seen him! I had to give a presentation about the connection between urgency and desire. I don't remember anything I said, but people seemed pretty impressed, so I guess I said something pretty OK.
We got back to Kherson, and we were on the way to a lesson when we learned that the first baptized member in Kherson had just passed away. He had lived in Chernobyl at the time of the accident, and his health has been failing for years.
On Friday we went to the morgue to help his family. We spent almost all day there.
Saturday, I was on exchanges with Elder Kalt. Nobody wanted to talk with us.
On Sunday, we discovered that one of the Sisters' investigators is actually a member of 13 years! She was baptized in Russia. It was possibly the most incredible plot twist in all history.
Speaking of the Sisters, I am now Elder Robby. Sister Martirosyan made sure that I know that she knows my name and that Sister DeJarnet has taught her how to say it properly. Still, I am now Elder Robby. Actually, normally just Robby. My name isn't Robby. It's Elder.
Just kidding, it's totally alright.
This morning we went to the funeral.
So, that's my week.
Peace!
Elder Robison
Sister Martirosyan got ahold of my planner during Branch Council. I made sure to label it as her work. (The black ink with the arrows).
I guess this is Robin Morm? He's like Robin Hood, but he's Mormon. Apperantly, I'm him.
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