Not a whole lot happened this week, but it went by fast. It's kind of discouraging how every week and every day seems exactly the same. We try to set up appointments for people who have seemed interested or for our investigators, but they all mostly seem to fall through. When we go to meet with them they're always busy, or it's too late since it starts getting dark around 5:30 here. The main thing I've learned that I need to focus on is the good that I'm doing. Often, it doesn't seem like I have the opportunity to do very much good, but every time we do find those people willing to learn amongst all the doors being slammed in our faces, it really helps reinforce the reason why I'm out here.
But even though every day is the same, there's generally always something that makes it stand out from the others. For instance, I've met some people in trailer parks who haven't had anyone to talk to for a very long time. This one lady we met while knocking doors, who seemed to be in her 70's, talked to us for about 45 minutes, and the entire time she was either laughing or crying, but it was all about how glad she was to have company for her skittish dog. To me and Elder Bradley, it seemed that she hadn't talked to anyone other than her dog for several months or she had some sort of mental disability that came with her old age. Probably both though. It was such a sad sight, and the weirdest experience I've ever had.
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