Well, as of Friday I've been out 21 months. How crazy is that?! On one hand, I feel like it just started. But on the other... I feel like I've been doing this my whole life. It's been a pretty good week here. Monday we started the week off with breakfast at a members home. Bro. Vinson taught me how to make stuffed french toast (w/ cream cheese). SO GOOD!!! What a way to start the week!!! This week it got cold here. We're talking highs in the 50's. I even had to put a sweatshirt on! Not that I'm complaining, though... I loved it. Wednesday we had an interesting experience. We were tracting, and were about to knock on a door when we hear a voice from across the street say "God doesn't live there." Ummm... OK? So we turned and looked and saw a few guys standing around a truck drinking. We said something general along the lines of "God loves everyone" and the man said "You don't understand... I'm a retired marine sniper, and (pointing to the other guys) he was a navy seal and he was army special ops. I ate a sandwich while I decided when someone died. Like I said... God doesn't live there." So while they were talking we had started saundering over towards them to talk to them. As we got closer, the army guy came and stopped us, one hand in his pocket and the other holding his beer, and said "Gentleman, don't come around here". We asked if he meant that house, but he interupted us: "Gentleman, don't come around here". We asked a few questions, each time getting the same response, each time him taking another step towards us. He wasn't the happiest-looking of individuals that I've ever met, and lets just say that I wasn't confident that he would play nice, so we started to walk away. After walking for a bit we passed a man getting out of his car, so we stopped to talk to him. Then we hear from behind us: "Gentleman..." The guy had been following us. So we kept walking, and he followed us until we went around the corner to the next street. Creepy, huh?! We joked that we should've gone back with a member of our war d, Bro. Carney, who heads the SWAT unit in Jacksonville. But, don't worry mom... we won't. As the election draws near, I am really frustrated... I think the postal service lost my ballot, 'cuz it never came in the mail. So, unless it comes today it looks like I won't be voting. UGH! So, I told you the creepy story first, but really it was a great week. We're working with some great people, and I know that the Lord is preparing more. I've gotta get going, but I love y'all very much. -Elder Borgia
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