So last week I talked about how I was reading the war chapters in the Book of Mormon. Well that night we had a dinner appointment with the bishop and his family and I gave a little spiritual thought based on something I read that morning. There was actually a little part in one of the chapters that reminded me of the ward and it's situation with a lot of new move-ins and converts. I could tell Bishop really liked it. At church yesterday someone in the ward council told me that Bishop really wants to focus on the recent-converts and get a binder made so that we can keep track of them and make sure they are being taught. He told me that Bishop mentioned that the scripture I shared after dinner last week had really impacted him and he had been thinking about it all week. Then the stake had a temple night at the Chicago temple and he even took it to the temple to pray about it and figure out a plan. Anyways, he told the ward counsel the summation of his thoughts and plans and that we need to fortify our recent-converts to avoid being 're-captured' by the adversary just like the cities in the chapter I shared with him. That was a lot of comfort to hear that because last month when they had us over we didn't have a lesson because we were rushed and we figured 'Hey, he's the bishop. If he needs a lesson then we are in trouble so we can skip it.' But the spirit later chastised me about it and now I'm rather glad I prepared for it. And then he bragged about us during testimony meeting yesterday (we have stake conference next week).
We received a referral last week for a lady that lives here in Waukesha and just had a heart surgery, I think. She has been having a hard time and her brother (who is a member in Kentucky) told us to go visit her. We had a fanTASTic lesson with her. I think she cried like 6 times and told us they were tears of hope. She had just got over a hard divorce and had many questions that she wanted answer. Definitely one of those times in my mission where I knew I was fulfilling my purpose. She is already on track to be baptized and reading the Book of Mormon.
Our ward had a Trunk or Treat last week and a lot of the kids went all out. It was pretty impressive. There was this kid in this hilarious outfit it was this little pillow pet apparently but it looked like his parents just put him in a dog bed. I laughed every time I saw it and he was too young to even realize what he was in.
The less active we found at the library went to the temple last Saturday with the stake. Apparently they had a great experience. I can't believe how awesome that guy is just coming out of the army and having never really experienced church outside of it. We had a dinner appointment with a member and it was a last minute thing so we didn't have a lesson prepared so we just did a music extravaganza. All their kids are super young and so we did little primary songs it so was funny. One of the kids was super shy and was practically crying while doing the popcorn popping. The whole thing was a sort of disaster but that's what made it hilarious. But we ended with Families and Be Together Forever and that one went well.
Love you all and pray for you and that you can speak your little langauges that you'll never use in the US! Elder P
Transfer 6 week 3... weird. I hit my TEN month mark on the mission..... and that just seems like a lot of months. That is nuts, because I vividly remember the day my sister went into the MTC and that seemed like just yesterday, but that was in JULY of last year...and now she is coming home soon. wowzers. Time is flying. MAKE IT STOP!....well maybe not, just uh make it go a little bit slower.
This week wasn't super eventful except for this one big event.... haha. Uneventful in the sense of missionary work, VERY eventful in the sense of fending for our lives from a scary man that looks like a clown, without makeup...well, heh, with makeup, that would be weird. anyways, so this man named Nandor..well we were tracting in his building, knocked on his door. immediately my creepy senses were going crazy. We stood there and said "We have a message about Jesus Christ can we share it with you?".. after talking about religion for a while at the door he was all about it, ... thinking there was someone else in the house we stepped in, bad move, so we left him with a short message set up for a later time and left. Just feeling like, eww that was weird. BUT he asked some really good genuine questions. So we set up for the following saturday and we planned to bring a young male member... to protect us, and be a member present. SO that day comes, we go to the apartment building and the MEMBER dogs us... what the?! so we are left to fend for ourselves, we step up knock on the door.. literally throw a book of mormon at him (i know the wettlaufers are scoffing at my use of literally there, no we did not LITERALLY throw the book, just really maybe practically threw it at him) and said "this book is about Jesus and faith and here's a good chapter on faith... got to run" (our voices are trailing off as we are running out the door trying to escape his creepy gaze) mind you he keeps looking us up and down, gross. and he looks like a creepy clown... creepy giant mustache, hair that LITERALLY (used correctly) stuck out from both sides of his head, bald on top, squinty little eyes, kind of muffled slurring speech (im sure clowns talk muffled and slurridly). So we run away, but still want to give this guy a chance to accept the gospel because he genuinely had some really good life questions, and so we set up to come back tomorrow WITH the member. Tomorrow comes, member is with us, we go in the apartment and teach a great lesson on the Book of Mormon, testimony is shared from the member and sister Wright. Unfortunately I cannot concentrate I am devising an escape plan in my mind and other self defense methods if something were to happen... etc. My mind is always working as the protector/nurse. So I notice he is not really commenting on what we are saying other than like "yea thats a possibity, sure that sounds nice..etc" but he strangely enough liked to stare at us. sooo yet again creepy sensers are going crazy, we decide to wrap this up and leave. The member leaves the door first and turns to shake his hand then walks down the hall to the elevator. Then sister Wright and I turn around to shake his hand and say goodbye. Sister Wright sticks her hand out and he grabs it and looks like he is going to kiss it (which is something some old men do out of respect) but instead of kissing it, he just gets really close to her and starts pulling her back into the apartment, I step in and grab her arm to pull her back, we keep telling him "This is not allowed, stop, we cannot be in there alone with you" and he kept saying "just come in, I have something to tell you" .... OH REALLY?! yeah right. So I grab her and try to put her behind me, so I could step between them..so I could do what?! No clue, punch the guy?! who knows.. All I knew is that I needed to step between Sister Wright and the creepy clown.. then he lets go of her hand and we just BOOK IT to the elevator. We turn the corner and the MEMBER who was there to PROTECT US, was like what just happened. We just had huge dazed eyes, and then he knew he had failed at proteting us. haha. he felt so bad. needless to say. A large majority of men in Hungary are really creepy, and even if we want to give someone a chance to learn the gospel.....sharing it with CREEPY men is not the best method. So now we have devised a plan where the Elders and 3 of the biggest men in the ward are going to go to his door for the "next appoint" and stand behind us as our body guards, and we will give him a little taste of judgement day. haha. So that was the big event of the week. It was creepy, and we survived. Hallelujah. Sister Wright wanted me to note, he was super short and so we could have taken him anyways.. no worries.
So that was the big event of the week. Dont worry mom, I have been doing P90X, I am prepared to keep us safe. It was a crazy feeling after that, we just went home and had to pray and read our scriptures to get our heads on straight. After that we realized we had a learned a couple of good lessons and were grateful that we had been able to just go on with our day.
I learned a great lesson last week from a less active member that we looked up. Her name is Danfy Anna and she lost her right leg and left toes to Diabetes. We had no clue who she was when we knocked on the door and then got let in, low and behold she was legless and so HIGH SPIRITED! She was HILARIOUS!!! We sat and visited with her for a long time, and we got to talking about her illness (Hungarians LOVE to talk about their sicknesses) she told us, "You know a lot of people would think I am in a really rough spot, and I am, but you know what... whats the use of being sad about it? I would rather laugh about it all then be sad!" She was just all smiles and made us laugh and seriously, I was so inspired by this woman. Because I have met a lot of Hungarians who in that circumstance would have essentially stopped living, would have just given up all hope. But not Anna, she lives each day laughing and loving her family and just holding out, despite her lack of leg, heart problems, poor eyesight, yet has the incomprehensible ability to say "Its so much more worth it to laugh." Thats my kind of woman. Just laugh it off, and keep on keeping on. Laughter has always been a huge part of my life, but on my mission it means so much more to me. Its what keeps me and companions sane, it what always makes a crazy day better. If I have laughed that day, then It was a good day. I know that laughter is a true gift from God, and I am so grateful for it.
The mission teaches some incredible things, and I think the most intriging thing is that it has illuminated the simple everyday life things that I perhaps took for granted. I now appreciate my family, laughter, sunshine, health, english, happiness, america, freedom, my job, my friends, my education, my parents, the gospel.. more than I ever could imagine. It so incredible to think that it would take a mission to put it all into perspective. I am truly so blessed to be here having this experience, there is absolutely nothing on this earth that I could exchange it for. Thank you all for your support. Go share the gospel with someone this week. Do it, you'll never regret it.
Sok sok szeretettel,
p.s. today was super PDAY and we had some incredible adventures including a roadtrip to the Balaton, a castle, thatched roof houses, true Hungarian countryside, amazing rock skipping, and incredible fall colors and hanging out as a district. Details to come next week. Stay tuned!
I hope that ya'll have had a great week. Wo de zhege libai guode bu cuo (My week wasn't too bad). Not much happened this week besides the normal missionary work. We have a lot of steady investigators that are progressing really well toward their dates. Tiffany set a baptismal date for November 13!!!! She is definately going to make that date! We found one new investigator who is great. The Elders tracked into her. She is 16 named Zhang. She told us that her family opposes but she still wanted to meet with us. She has a lot of kewang (desire) to learn the Gospel and see how it will help her.
We had an interesting experience at the park the other day. I was riding my bike when a man started riding next to me. I found out he was from France. He was in Taiwan for work and to try out a new bicycle. He asked about why I was there and when I told him I was a missionary it started a very interesting conversation. I found out that he is basically atheist. When I tried to share about the Book of Mormon he started to tear it apart and say that the people back then didnt have a writing system so how could they write a book. He said that the Bible is man's creation and not from God. He was taught by Jesuit scholars which teach them to question everything but forbid them from questioning God. Its so interesting. He said that the question he has asked his whole life, He was once a devout Catholic, is who created the creator. His answer....man did. It is just an imagined thing we have no evidence that God exists. It sounds a lot like Korihor in the Book of Mormon eh? Needless to say we didnt' get very far with him. I left that conversation very sad that he has been so decieved. There really is a God, our Heavenly Father, who created this earth for us His children. There are so many things on this earth that testify of God's exisitance. Anyways, I hope one day he will come to know the truth.
Well I think thats this week in a nutshell. I hope that ya'll have a great week. Love you!!!
Sziasztok!!! kedves családom és barátaim! Nagyon hiányoztok nekem! Alig varom hogy újra lássalak benneteket!
Well this week was full of surprises, and one in particular that made me decide if I ever broke an arm on my mission, I would rather be left for dead than taken to a Hungarian Hospital! We went to visit a member that was in the hospital. This member had a history of stroke, with some major left sided weakness. He tries to walk with a cane but instead just decides to RISK it on his own and ends up falling a lot. Hes an old stubborn Hungarian man. Well this week, he fell and got up and then couldnt talk at all! So he was telling us he felt like he had a stroke again and so they took him to the hospital into the Neuro floor. So first of all, this place has socalized health care... problem number one. So he told us to come to the hospital to visit him. Well of course we would, so we walk up to the hospital and it already looks like a psych ward... like a 1940s horror film. We go inside, i first saw the sign for the TRAUMA UNIT!!! THe elders had to peal me away from that, I wanted to run in and see some action! but... oh, little did I know I would be seeing PLENTY that day. We walked up the stairs to he neuro unit, the place looks like death.. the hospital was just gray colors and all dimly lit. There are people lining everyhall just waiting to get seen by a doctor. The emergency room must have had 100s of people just sitting in chairs everywhere. People were just waiting for HOURS outside of these places, hoping to get seen by a doctor that day.
So we finally found the neuro unit and just walked right in....no questions asks, just 4 random americans can strut into a hospital. So the hospital staff is all dressed in classic "white" everything.. so old school. So we start down the hall and I start looking into everyroom, and they are rooms that are maybe like 20 feet deep and 12 feet wide with 3 OLD metal beds crammed side by side. They cram 3-6 people into these rooms, with literally a knees length of room between each bed. Each patient could literally sit at the side of their bed, and their knees would be touching the next persons bed. AND to top it off, everyroom was just this ugly death gray color and the floors were old black and white tiles, that looked like from some horror show. The beds looked like they were the same ones used back in the plague era from the 1910s, there was a little thin pad of mattress. We finally found his room and I immediately see that there is not ANY kind of hand sanitation anywhere, no soup by the sink, no hand gel.. nothing. No gloves on the wall! NOTHING. there were not even curtains to seperate each of these patients. We sit own and start talking to him and he is telling us all about the ambulance bringing him in and how scary it was that he couldnt talk.. etc etc. Well then in walks the aide with Lunch for everyone. She just sits all of these trays on the windowseal for these stroke patients to just, what.. get up and feed themselves?! so. she leaves the room and Lájos the patient we were with yells to the aide "hey I need my insulin" she said " well dont you usually just do that for yourself?!" (mind you he cant even move his left arm) he said "well it would be helpful if you could do it for me" so she walks over, (no hand washing, no gloves) and opens this old container that had an old insulin syringe with an old needle on it, she draws up the amount, lifts his shirt up and just shoves it in him... no alcohol wipe, no pinch of the skin, no NOTHING! just plop, in with an old needle! and shes not even a NURSE! who knows if it was even HIS old needle because it was on the table next to the other patient and HIS old insulin needle. no labels. needless to say I was having an inner cow. But obviously, could do nothing. Then I start looking over at the other patient next to them, he is in some kind of resperatory distress and my brain got to imagining things "what if he coded right now? what would I do? Where is the crash cart? where is the oxygen masks? where is the nearest intubation kit?" (my imagination really went wild) So i started looking around the room, there was absolutely no oxygen, no alarms to call anyone, no emergency anything! no way to even lay the bed down easily to do CPR! Luckily the man did not code, he did not die... but who knows how much later he did. it was NUTS! It was like I was walking into a horror movie. So we left and I was just in shock. and SO grateful I am american citizen with american hospitals. It was quite the experience. So glad I didnt have to use my ACLS skills that day, I would have been ready to jump into action with nothing to use, because they probably didnt have emergency meds in the entire hospital! crazy.
So that was the most exciting thing this week. oh man, it got my inner nurse all fired up. Then it reminded me how funny my nurse position is right now. I got two calls this week for throwing up, 1 for a twisted ankle, and one for a box lifting back injury! Oh my ICU skills! why cant someone call with a traumatic gun shot wound! But no, its just "hey sister papritz can I take tylenol on an empty stomach?" " well, i mean, try to eat something before you take it." "oh well, i dont have any groceries so I have nothing to eat" " well then I guess you cant eat anything" "i have some canned peaches" "ok, great... eat canned peaches.. whatever" ... oh the life of the mission nurse. haha.
but luckily I also get to be a regular missionary. and that is THE BEST! teaching people is so fun and finding people is even funner. and tracting is the FUNNIEST. Like this week finding ourselves infront of a STYROFOAM door. uh How do you knock on a styrofoam door?! when we knocked it made NO SOUND?! an the door bell didnt work! we figured we could have just busted in, styrofoam isnt that hard. but we resisted.
This life really is the greatest. I love what I am doing. Just pray I never have to be a patient in a Hungarian hospital, I would never make it out a live.
So I'm in the war chapters in Alma right now of my reading in the Book of Mormon. During comp study we talk about what we learned during our personal study. I was amazed how many times the Lamanites fell for the chase and flank. It was like 5 times they fell for it. They always march out to meet the Nephites and the Nephites always pretended to run away so that they'd chase after them just for them to get flanked in the wilderness...every time. So I thought that was kind of tight.
After we had emailed last week a guy came up to us and asked about the church. I was hoping he was some golden investigator but it was a recent convert that had moved here from Texas. He had just gotten released from the army and so we gave him the information along with our phone. He later walked in to the clothing closet where we do service. But he just kind of looked surprised to see us and then told me that he wanted to speak to us after we were done. We gave him a call and he we found out that he really needed help. He had spent his last day in the Salvation Army and he would have nowhere to sleep. But he didn't want us to just fix the problem he wanted us to just give him whatever comfort we could give him. We met at the library on Saturday to give him a Book of Mormon and talk to him. He was explaining his situation -- a similar situation that I've seen all too often in my mission. And I had the same feeling I always do - helplessness. I just prayed that he'd find help. I just kept telling him over and over that he needed to talk to the bishop. But he kind of had no where to stay that night. I was surprised to look up and see our BISHOP wondering over towards us casually in regular clothes. I asked him, "Hey, what are you doing here?" (mind you that the guy we know doesn't recognize him, of course.) "I'm looking for something but I don't really know what." So I told him, "Well you just found it, take a seat!" I told the guy, "This is the bishop!" He eyes got suuuper wide, I'm sure he was pretty surprised. We explained the situation and bishop helped him out.