Dear Friends and Family,
I apologize that there hasn't been an email the last few weeks. Two weeks ago, Sister Mahoni was super sick, and so we didn't email very long. I don't know why this suddenly went to italics, but I don't know how to change it back, so sorry. Then last Monday, we only had an hour to email because Thanksgiving was our P-Day, and the library was closed for Thanksgiving. It just switched back to not italics, which is awesome, but I don't know. Sorry, haha.
So, yeah. Two weeks ago, Sister Mahoni was super sick. We only went out to go to the doctor (in Seattle! That's in the Seattle mission! We left the mission [with permission]!). Dr. Call (the mission doctor) said that she had the flu and a sinus infection. ): And yet, we still haven't received our flu shots...
Then we stayed in all week, other then the 22. We were setting up the church like crazy for the Luau. Which was a success. I looked awesome, the dances were awesome, I remembered almost all of the dance we did (We danced a Tahitian dance called Te Hiva. It was SUPER hard. I didn't know my hips could move like that). After the Luau, we went home and were planning for the next day, and Sister Mahoni started coughing her lungs out and using her inhaler. I was freaking out, I had no idea how to help. So she called Dr. Tate (the in-mission mission doctor), and he said she was having an asthma attack and we needed to go to the hospital. The phone had been passed to me, because I could breathe and therefore talk, and I was like, "Okay. How do we get there? I'm totally willing to go to the hospital at 9:30 at night to save my companion, but we're on bike." Dr. Tate was like, "Call the zones leaders and have them give you a ride!"
First of all, these English zone leaders, Elders Jones and Kendall, are the best people I have ever met. I have mad respect for them. When Sister Mahoni was sick, they always asked us if there was anything we needed, they stopped by every day to check on her (from the doorway of our apartment; they can't come in) and bring her powerade. I guess last transfer when Sister Mahoni was hit by a car on her bike, they bought her a new bike and brought her balloons and a get well card. They brought me a coloring book because they knew that I was suffering from a bad case of cabin fever, they offered to buy me Mexican hot chocolate, these guys are the best. I will never have leaders that I respect so much again. I know these elders would do anything for the missionaries in this zone; they even told us once that the missionaries in this zone, on their list of priorities, come before their investigators.
So Dr. Tate was like, "Call you zone leaders!" Any other transfer with other zone leaders, I would not even consider calling them, not just because sisters can't ride with elders, but because I would have felt like we'd be too much of a bother to them, even though their responsibility is to help us. I was like, "Wait, are we allowed to ride with them in an emergency like this?!" and Dr. Tate was like, "Yeah, just hurry and call them! If they're not there in 10 minutes, call 911!"
So I called these amazing zone leaders. I didn't even have to explain anything. I was like, "Sister Mahoni needs to go to the hospital," and they were like, "We'll be there in about 8 minutes." and hung up.
They drove us out of mission to the nearest hospital without even batting an eye. We got a call from President on the way, saying the Dr. Tate had texted him to let him know what was going on, and even in situations like this, elders and sisters are never to ride together, and sisters are to call their sister training leaders for situations like this, and these awesome zone leaders were like, "We understand, President, we apologize for not checking in first and following procedure. But also, their sister training leaders live all the way in Everett. It would have taken them half an hour to get to them." These zone leaders are so awesome.
So, yeah. We went to the hospital, she breathed into a medical plastic thingy with medicine in it for like 20 minutes. Everything was fine. We learned that her lungs were inflamed because of this being her first winter (it wasn't even winter yet, though) and her being sick for so long.
As we were leaving, the security guard, who I'd been chatting with about the Book of Mormon, told us he hoped he never saw us again, haha. He said it in a friendly demeanor, though. Sister Mahoni was offended at first, then she realized we were leaving the emergency room, and we didn't want to ever go back, either.
We didn't make it out Monday or Tuesday, even though Sistesr Mahoni felt better, because Dr. Tate said perfume or cigarette smoke, or anything like that, could trigger another asthma attack.
For Thanksgiving, we went over to the Taulbee's home. They are members of the ward. They both served in Brazil, and Sister Taulbee is actually from Brazil. So we spoke in Spanish a lot, though sometimes, they would break into Portuguese, and I was like, "I have no idea what you are saying."
Sister Taulbee is an awesome cook. The food was so good. Then we played Imaginiff for a while. That was fun, but hard. We were playing with Brother Taulbee, two members that we'd never met before, a man from Brazil, and four foreign exchange students, one from Japan, and the other three from... Ethiopia? Indonesia? I don't remember.
Then we went to Emily's home from Thanksgiving dinner. I don't know if you remember her, she was our investigator that lived underneath us, then we moved to another apartment, then she moved to the Alderwood 2nd ward boundaries. She invited us and her new missionaries over to dinner. It was Hawaiian style Thanksgiving; The turkey was more like pulled pork with soy sauce, and there was lots of rice, and there was crab instead of stuffing. The food was really good.
When Emily dropped us off, though, she told us that she was going to drop the sisters. ): We just bore our testimonies and tried to help her remember how she felt in lessons before, but no use. ):
And Shyla is not being baptized next weekend. ): Her mom couldn't get time off work (because she works at Bath and Body Works in the mall, and they're super busy this time of year), so we have to put it off until Sister Drake can get time off work.
Worst part of that? I just found out that I'm being transferred. I don't know where I'm going, or even if I'll be English or Spanish. But, if Shyla's baptized in this next transfer, I can come back for it.
I love being a missionary. I do. I love meeting so many people, I love seeing their progression as they work on their path to Christ. I love learning to love even the people I wouldn't have even thought about before my mission. I love becoming part of a new ward. I love helping members realize their role in missionary work. I love being a missionary. But I don't love transfers. I don't love leaving all these people I've gotten so close to. I haven't even been in this area very long. But I also know that the Lord has a plan. Somehow, I've helped these people hopefully even half as much as they've helped me, and now I have the opportunity to go serve in another area and get to know knew people, and learn to love them, too.
I love you all. I hope you have a great week before the next time I write again, from a new area.
Love,
Hermana Miller