I'll explain the title in a second but first things first.
So, there we were doing a leaflet (pamphlet) drop, just sticking them through people's mail slots all nice like. I open this gate (almost everyone has a gate in front of their house) and all the sudden there is a crazy amount of barking.
*where is this coming from?*
All of a sudden, OUT OF NO WHERE, a Rottweiler-ish looking dog is booking it towards me. So I'm like, "aiiight, I'm just gonna close that gate back up..."
WRONG. The dog starts going for my hand when I try to lock the gate! We start playing a little game - I'm trying to catch the gate without getting my hand eaten off and he's jumping trying to get through the gate while simultaneously trying to chomp on my fingers.
I'm thinking I'm gonna die.
All of a sudden this dog starts yelping, and I mean like, howling. After 10 seconds I realized it was in pain and "I'm like what the heck. You stopped trying to devour me, how come?" I look and see his arm/paw is stuck in between the wooden fence posts that make up the gate. But the gate is still swinging back and forth with this dog stuck in it.
OH. AND MY COMPANION PEACED OUT LIKE 10 MINUTES AGO.
I'm freaking out trying to figure out how to handle this situation. Every time I would try to lock the gate again while it was stuck, it would still try to bite me. Then I thought "Maybe I should remove his paw because he's in so much pain" but I realized I didn't want to for fear of the animal charging at me again.
So there I was awkwardly standing there watching this dog swing back and forth in this gate until the owner finally came out and helped him.
Needless to say I did not give him a pamphlet.
Thursday we had a no show for an appointment but we met a man named Aaron in the Library later that day. We were meeting with a recent convert and Aaron kept looking at us while we were teaching. After the lesson we went down the stairs and almost exited and then I felt like we should go back up and talk to this man. We did and he said we could meet with him this week. Fingers crossed!
We met a man named Robby who gave us his contact info and a woman named Julie who is awesome! She's not interested in the church but we KNOW it would bless her life. She thought Sister Firth and I were twins #ballin. Julie's mom just passed away so prayers for her would be nice :)
Stake Conference was awesome! Elder Leimer from the 3rd Quorum of the Seventy came. He showed us a video of President Eyring speaking about families at the Vatican. Apparently The Pope invited many different churches to send a representative to speak about the nature of families. He killed it! He read The Family Proclamation to the World.
Then he got on the members pretty hard to help the missionaries. HELP THE MISSIONARIES IN YOUR WARD. If every person brought ONE person to church or gave the missionaries ONE referral, we would expand the church by a crazy percentage. Let the missionaries teach in your home! We need help, we can't do this alone.
Okay, spiel done.
We had Zone Interview Training which is all the missionaries in Northern Ireland. I had to give my incoming testimony since I'm new and Sister Firth gave her outgoing testimony since she's dying this transfer :(
Now to the part I know you've all been waiting for. The title.
The Elders from Portadown (Elder Lewis and Elder Tarbet) always give us rides to meetings. We were driving back from Stake Conference and another car of people in our ward pulled up beside us so Elder Lewis and Elder Tarbet put their arms out the window to flap like a bird.
Then Elder Lewis says "Okay now you spank the car and I'll rodeo!"
o___O
S.Firth and I "WHAT!?"
hahahahahaha.
Apparently it's supposed to look like you're riding a horse...
Okay Okay it's not thaaat funny. But we just died in the backseat.
Missionary life is awesome. My nametag is my favorite part. We wear Jesus Christ's name on our hearts and I wouldn't have it any other way!
Cheers!
Sister Skagen
Richard our recent convert! He is the COOLEST!
We traded clothes.
I turned "1" last week. Only 17 months to go!
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