As much as we love that engineering, intense dancing, blond guy that all the girls swarm to... we had to boot him to the South American country of Paraguay. He'll learn to spread the gospel and learn all the native country hip movin' dances... on P-Day that is :)

Monday, June 28, 2010

Ya I´m cold

Dear Family,

The story about my Ankle..  Well it goes something like this...  A long time ago in a place not so far away (About 2 weeks ago in the church), a great leader of the Army of God (Zone leader) set forth a way to discover the strength of the mighty army under his command.  The way... Football (Soccer)... The valiant warriors (Missionaries) all agreed to this proposition and set forth from their domains (Houses, which are all nice and clean as well...) early one morning to enter this great competition.


Arriving at the field of battle they set themselves in order.  Companion against companion, and district against district.  Hence began the battle.  And then in the heat of the battle one strong, valiant, Kight of God (and handsome.. Elder McShinsky) set forth to destroy the enemy's defense with his incredible skills...  And in this attempt found much success when his weapon (Soccer ball) met its target.  But in an unforgettable sacrifice, he gave himself over to the enemy to defeat them in the end. And thus fell, and twisted his ankle.
 
That's the basics of what happened with my ankle.  But its doing good.  All the color is gone now and most of the swelling as well.  What I´m doing right now is exercising it to get its' strength back.

Soccer isn´t just the big talk down here, it's life!  When Paraguay is playing, the streets are completely dead.  No people, no cars, no buses, not even dogs.  The entire country is watching the TV.  And we hear it all as well, because its blaring out all the windows of their houses :) Its a lot of fun.


Oh and now I have a little bit of bad news... One day in Paraguay a pair of missionaries (my companion and I) were walking around in their area, when the sky got mad and tuned BLACK, and then decided to drop buckets of water on this poor companionship.  They quickly hurried to the nearest shelter, but found out that it was too late... They were totally soaked, as well as their bags and to a very sad Elder, his camera.  After an extensive surgery, the camera gave up the ghost and died.

The End

By Elder McShinsky

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