Anyway, as I was saying before, we didn't get the full kick in the face from the cyclone, but we got a little. Our house was fine, but we went way out behind the mountain to Manazary the other day, and we visited a member, and found out that half of their house collapsed. It's kind of a long story:
|Our investigator's house.|
Happier story the next day out in Manjaka. At least for the most part. We were waiting for our investigator to get home, so we starting playing monkey in the middle with like 20 kids with a crappy soccer ball. We played by this drop off, probably 12 feet down or so, and every now and then, the ball would fall off and all 20 kids would run down the side of the hill to fight over the ball, so I decided to beat them. I straight jumped off the drop off into what I thought was a nice fluffy pile of straw. It turnted out to be a pile of bricks, lightly covered by a few strands of straw. It destroyed my bare feet. Probably shouldn't have taken off my shoes for that one. Oh well, it's healing up nicely now.
|Taking home groceries.|
There is a really good chance I will get to baptize the 10 year old girl (Her name is Fanirisoa) if she passes her bap interview this week. Which I am positive she will. I love that family. Her parents aren't members, they aren't too interested, but her sister is way diligent. Knows the scriptures like no other.
That's all for now. We've got a lot of cool stuff set up for the next week, so hopefully it all works out. Talk to you soon.