A New Journey
Whattup Buccaneers, Rascals, and Scallywags,
I promise I have a really great excuse for why I didn't send an email last week. My last P-day consisted of:
-Talking to my family
-Negotiating with the young single adults in our ward so that our new pirate ship could have a unicorn figurehead and I could be the captain of our pirate band
-Watching the Chosen (season 3 is fire you guys)
So unfortunately that did not give time to write the epic thesis paper of an email I had planned. But to make it up to you guys, I present the following poem I composed to reflect my experience of the last week:
8 Days
Based on actual events
On the first day the labors end
and arrive the adverts singing
Of cheese and chocolate; pizza to vend
so it's ordered, and delivery comes ringing
The second day, leftovers suffice
To eat in morning and afternoon
But without member lunch, extra money piles up
So the third day we get pizza too
The fourth day arrives, once again ride the tide
Of yesterday's chilled remains
But fifth, what's this? The members at night
give pizza to go with the rain
The sixth once again we order from them
My companion is going away
Gotta take advantage of all that you can
at this point, they know our names
Surely the seventh ends this pizzaey trend
And the transfer will finish in peace
But with heartfelt goodbyes, gifts from members, teary eyed,
Once again we eat cheesy feast
On the eighth day we meet, new companion to greet
And I'm training, so got to give welcome
New elders lunch so it's bon appetit
And pizza: they ordered a ton
At last, the ninth day, the end of our streak
little more than a week without sorrow
And for now, no more pizza, I can delay
Or at least until tomorrow
Well that was weird
So other than unwise nutritional choices, here's some of the stuff that happened last week:
-Our house got completely deep cleaned and we no longer have spiders everywhere (although our oven still leaks gas sometimes)
-I learned how to play megalovania on guitar
-got to cast out more demons
-got sick again
-we had this guy come up to us on the street and he was like "Yo its the goths! I saw you guys talking to homeless people on the 23 of September at 2:13 PM, it really made an impression on me! Do you guys want to hear a rap my son made after he stayed home from school and got money from his uncle?" Then he proceeded to rap to us about how his son was rich. Finally he pulled this bottle of perfume out from his bag and sprayed us both and then left to pick up his son from school. I was also sick at the time so I was half-delirious listening to this guy rap and then after we left I turned to my comp and just said "I love being a missionary."
-people actually showed up at sacrament meeting???
And that was basically it until Wednesday September 27. And that was when I learned:
The Day of Reckoning
Yep President called me to train haha. I now have a son, and he is indeed a mute american. But we're actually super chilling. Also helps that our first four days have been 1: returning from headquarters with the son and then sleeping because this madlad traveled 24 hours from provo just to get picked up and thrust into the world of Brazil, 2: general conference, 3: the general conference strikes back and 4: p-day. so we lo-key haven't done very much. But training is fun! Also kind of insane is that my son was actually being trained in Florida first (Visa problems) and he was being trained by Elder Duffin, my old comp from the CTM. So there's like this weird mutant family tree thing going on. It's kind of interesting. That also means that he is mostly already trained and just doesn't know portuguese, which reduces my work a lot kkk so thanks Elder Duffin
Pirate's Life
When we were returning from the mission office with my new comp, we had literally the worst bus experience of my life. The bus was completely full of maniacs who were yelling at the bus driver the whole time and the bus driver, either because of rage or latent insanity, was trying to kill us by driving a 100% illegal velocity down the roads of São Paulo. At one point I was in this crazy position of securing our luggage and myself, cruising down the roads in the midst of a storm of noise, and I was like "this kind of feels like being on a ship". You know that scene in every pirate thing where the captain heroically stands on the ship looking out into the distance, wind blowing past? I guess pirates were on the mind because of the whole D&D thing. But because I've watched way too many movies, I kept going on with the pirate metaphor, until I was like you know what? This actually kind of works. What are missionaries except voyagers in a strange land, seeking the greatest treasure of all? What is a trainer except the captain of the ship, raising up another to take his place? What are our sails except the power of binding covenant and priesthood, structures against which blows the winds of our spiritual momentum to move us forward?
Anyways the gift of the holy ghost is the compass/treasure map you can figure out the rest of the metaphor weekly invitation is go read The Candle of the Lord it's really good ok great
Setting Sail
General Conference was awesome! I like training. I hope you all have a wonderful week, and until the next one!
God is Good,
Elder Ebbert
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