Father of mine,
It is the March of Miracles. We had a baptism saturday and good things are happening in Spokane. The font should be full through April if you ask me.
Don't even bother to drain it. Why not just start a line?
So I wish to relate to you a funny story. Monday we had a car accident. Oh no! don't worry, I'm pain free, a member was driving his car. We went to turn right into the parking lot but for some reason some negligent blonde was trying to pass us on the right (keep in mind this is a one lane road) we were only going like 10 and her like 20 so it wasn't bad at all. However, Elder Davila complained of a tingling pain in his neck.
We went and taught a lesson, and at 10 o clock the member and Davila decided they wanted to go to the hospital to make sure he wasn't paralyzed. (I decided to not point out the obvious fact that indeed he wasn't paralyzed, after all he had been walking and moving just fine just minutes before.) So we went to the emergency room at about 10pm. Keep in mind he had some neck tingling, I thought the emergency room was for people who had been shot, stabbed, mauled by a bear, or who were going into labor. Apparently I was mistaken, a neck tingling warrented ER status.
At 11pm we were still sitting there in the waiting room. 12am, same story.
1am still nothing. 2am, finally we are called in to get checked out. At 2:10 the doctor determined there was nothing wrong with him, just a sore, tingly neck. So he prescribed him ibueprofen right? Wrong, the doctor wanted more money I think so he gave him Loratab even though he had just finished saying that he would be perfectly fine in two days.
At 2:30 we left after my loopy companion tried to teach the nurse the gospel in unorganized sentences. We drove back home as Davila began preaching to us. He cried as he bore testimony, and every time he said the word strong he flexed and said, "see look."
At 3:30 we arrived home. Davila began crying when he realized he didn't keep tract of how many people we invited to hear the word that day. at 3: 45 I had to help him down the stairs so he wouldn't die. Then he refused to go to sleep, insisting that he wanted to work instead. He became upset when I said no to that idea. At four o clock he fell asleep after a few minutes of some random dry-heaving. At 6:30 I woke up and resumed the missionary life. The day has been entitled, "The Longest Day of the Mission."
Pretty funny story huh? Talk about miracles, I wasn't even tired the next evening after going 39 hours on only 2 1/2 hours of sleep. I suffered more fatigue due to day light savings the week earlier than I did from this.
Thanks dad, Love you
-Elder Jacobson
Mom,
I'll forgive you on the package thing. Don't worry about it. You know what I really hated at first but I love it now. Nightly planning. I think I'm going to continue doing that when I get home in a couple years. Then I won't ever be bored and I'll know what I got to do and I'll be able to get things done and I won't waste time. It will be especially helpful when I'm in school as well.
New mission president comes at the end of June and I'm pretty excited for him. His wife speaks spanish! HOrray, now we won't be neglected and treated like english missionaries because they really don't know what it's like. The Clarks do the best they can, they are great people, but I"m excited for a change. Gonna miss President Clark though, he's an exceptional mission president
Andres was baptized on Saturday! Good news: he wants to serve a mission. He's 22.
Good News: he's got family and friends who are coming along to baptism nicely.
Well mom, love you. stay strong.
-Elder Jacobson III
psalm 51: 7-12
