Tew, Coleman T

Saludos, hermanos míos! This week was so fast and tiring. Missions are so awesome! I love being a missionary. Well, I'm gonna start with the fattest miracle I've ever seen! So, right when I got to Aibonito on December 1, my companion had really bad knee pain. It was hurting him a lot to walk or even put weight on it. (If you want to know how he hit it, he jumped off the top bunk in the middle of the night before because he thought he was in his last area since he got emergency transferred, and he didn't remember he was on the top bunk now.) Anyways, he had a ton of pain, and we went with that for like a week or so without telling anyone. So I made him text our mission president's wife because homeboy can't even walk. So we texted Hermana Skinner, and she set up an appointment at the Caguas hospital on December 17. So we went to see the doctor after waiting 6 hours in a room (the hospital is on island time. Holy crap, it's so slow). Anyways, we finally got in to ...

Buenos días! I hate writing, so we're doing another talking one because it's so much easier. On Monday, we were finishing P-day, and we saw these kids playing basketball in the park. We were like, "Flip, bro! We're going to go play basketball with them." So we went over and started playing basketball. Oh my gosh! We played so much. I actually suck at basketball. Accidentally punched my companion like 6 times. And I was so tired afterward. Anyway, we got the kids' numbers, and apparently, they study the Bible afterward, so that was sick. We found 4 kids, 4 youth. It was lit! And then we went to the Figeroa lady, whose son died on the roof fixing their house. We were talking to them and offered service, and they were like, "We would love for you guys to come serve." So we came the next day and painted their house all day. And then at night, we went and played basketball with those kids again. And I was hungry, so I got a taco maker burrito. I was chowi...

Well, well, well, a typed email again... I hate this. So Monday, I went to Maria (the lady with a baptismal date). I went to her house, and she is super nice. But we get there, and she's like, "Here, have some cake and milk." It's a half gallon, and my companion does not drink anything but water. Also, he doesn't like sugar, so it's up to me to do this thing alone. She's like, "We won't start until you're finished eating." Again, she says, "Drink all the milk. I don't want it," but she's commanding it, "Toman, toman," "Toman todo de la leche." And I have to do this whole thing alone, so I'm off to the races. I ate a few slices of cake, but it was the milk that was the challenge. So I take my cup and start going glass after glass, and I am feeling good. I love milk. I can do this all day. So I start going, cake slice, three cups of milk, cake slice, three cups of milk. Then I decide I can't fin...

Thanks for listening to my podcast via email. I hate writing emails. This is my week. So, on Monday, we went to Cabos for a zone activity. That was sick! We played volleyball. I was running after the ball like crazy. I got so tired and sunburned. And then, we saw an iguana. We caught the iguana, and then they were like, "Elder Tew, you want to hold it and get a picture?" I was like, "Of course, I want to hold this thing." Apparently, I grabbed its stomach, and then it started scratching me. I got so many scratches. That sucked. Then we went to CVS. That was sick! There was carpet. I was like, "Oh my gosh, it's carpet. It's a miracle." My companion took a picture of me on the carpet. That was sick. CARPET, I miss carpet. You have no idea. And then, I texted Elder Phillips for his breakfast sandwich recipe. Oh my gosh, those sandwiches are so good! I ate six this week. Actually, I ate four. But still... same thing. Six and four are basically the same...

So, Monday last week, we were cleaning our house and I was like, "Bro... I've got to clean this house so well. Our shower is freaking filthy." I'm bored. I'm just going to deep clean this place. So, I decided to deep clean the place. I poured bleach all over the shower and grabbed a scrub brush to clean it. The cleaning part is going really well. I'm cleaning the shower and it's getting so white. But then, halfway through, I start feeling light-headed. Bro, I'm about to pass out. I think I was just exposing myself to too much bleach. I was giving myself lung cancer, so I needed to step out and get some fresh air. I freaking burnt my face that day. The rest of the day, I felt tired, like I had a sunburn. I'm like, "Frick, bro. What did I just do to my body?" Anyway, since I wasn't able to finish, now we have a giant line in our shower, like a black mark. You can tell where I stopped cleaning. It's kind of funny. Then, while I was a...