So this was probably one of the worst weeks of my life. Literally.
So I'll start with some good stuff that happened earlier in the week, and then write about when the crap hit the fan.
So last Monday I woke up feeling really sad, for no reason. I tried to pretend to be happy, so I was smiling a lot when we went shopping. You know, "fake it till you make it". I said "good morning" to a lot of people in the 99 cent store. As I was taking the cart back, a guy stopped me and said,"I just feel like I need to tell you this, you are really pretty. Thanks for smiling." Then he walked away. I was super grateful for the compliment, seriously sometimes a nice word is all you need to completely change a persons day!!
Then Tuesday. I ate the dollar hummus I found on sale at smiths. I brushed my teeth before we left the house. Unfortunately, the smell kept getting stronger and stronger. I finally begged sister Espinosa to take me home to shower. I think she was secretly relieved, I seriously was a walking garlic bulb.......
Wednesday I had to use the bathroom sooooo bad. We were a mile away from our car, and far away from any of the people we planned to see. So we contacted this HUGE Hispanic family. The patriarch of the family was drunk, but I caught a glimpse of a old Hispanic lady inside. I asked to use their bathroom. It was super nice, and then I looked over and saw a Huggies wipe container covered in profanity..... People are so weird. #thugbaby
Thursday nothing really happened, I met a lady from Argentina who's name was Stephanie Cordova, before she got married! It was crazy! It was the day after my sister, Stefanee Cordova left on her mission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Crazy!!!
Friday we walked 2.5 miles and I made Sister Espinosa role play with me. We rolled played dating scenarios, so she can be ready when she goes home. It worked out great, because there was literally nobody outside..... I have trained her well, she is ready for the dating world! hahah.
Sunday. We were walking out of our recent convert, Omar's house. We saw a giant spot light. Then we got pulled over by a police officer. Apparently we were walking too fast. Jk. They were doing a manhunt in the neighborhood we were in....... #eastside
So on Wednesday, we went to see Nacho, to plan his baptism. He was so excited. We felt prompted to ask about his living situation. Turns out his wife moved back in....So we canceled the baptism right there. I almost cried. It was heartbreaking. He was so close. I did get a little upset because he got mad at Espinosa (she was the bearer of bad news). I don't understand what is so hard to understand about the law of chastity...... Anyway. So that was the first heartbreak of the week. We are dropping him this week, because he didn't come to church again, he hasn't been reading the Book of Mormon, and he doesn't really understand the importance of our visits. I love him, so it's going to be hard, but I know it has to be done. Missionaries will find him again one day, and he will be willing and ready to LIVE the gospel in action , and not just in word.
We taught Cesar every single day this week. We followed up with the word of wisdom, and he said he didn't even have the desire to smoke! He had his interview, we planned the baptism, his family from the west mission said they would drive across town for the baptism!!! We were so excited! He was incredibly excited every single time we met with him. He was so ready to change his life, and start a new one through Christ. We showed up to the church on Saturday, a lot of our members came early! :) It was so awesome, and then we waited. I called him, and he said he was showering, but he would be on his way. The time past soooo slow. I called 30 minutes after, and said,"Cesar, your baptism is in 10 minutes, and you only live 5 minutes away, where are you?" He didn't answer. Then at 6:15, 15 minutes after the baptism we called again. His dad answered, "I'm so sorry sisters. He is not coming. He left to go on a walk. I don't think he is ready." And that was it. My little heart that had already been broken, was literally smashed into a million tiny pieces. My favorite people, the Machado's were there, they comforted us. I only cried a tiny bit (I'll explain why later). The ward members were super nice to us about it and very supportive. But our Bishop literally harassed us on Sunday 3 times, demanding to know why Cesar hadn't gotten baptized. (he didn't show up to the baptism either....) I almost had a mental breakdown the 3rd time. It was too much....He is a polo (don't translate that word....it's Samoan.....Tui taught it to me).
Then Friday night I got really really really really bad food poison. I threw up every hour starting at 6pm, until 6am. Every. single. hour. At a couple different points in the night I got on my knees and begged Heavenly Father to take the atrocious pain in my stomach away. I slept almost the whole day on Saturday. I was borderline dead. The mission doctor called me 8 hours after I texted him. He told me to take medicine, I told him I did and ended up throwing it up a few minutes later. He told me I was being a baby and to try harder to keep it in. He is heartless.
So I didn't eat for 38 hours, and I barely had any liquid left in my body, because I was sick from both ends, and then I got stood up at the baptismal font....I literally had no tears to cry (thanks food poisoning). I guess the food poisoning was a blessing in disguise.
So that was my week.........There is no moral to the story. Just that. I am on the verge of a mental breakdown. I am done. Plus I can still barely eat. Everything still makes me sick.What-freakin'-ever Satan.....
<3 Hermana Cordova
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