My thoughts:
I will preface this with that I did like my companion. We are young and obviously get on each other’s nerves over time. I remember him as a very good missionary and a very hard worker. I respect him a lot.
Feb 5, 1996 (Monday)
Sunday was cool. I got up and bore my testimony. I thought I was brave, heavenly father did good helping me. So, we were out trackting and a lady let us in; a Jehovah’s Witness. We were there and they never told us for a while. The spirit told me and as I stood and my comp talked to them, the spirit told me to take his wife and teach her, so I did. I taught her a first discussion while my comp had the husband tied up. It was so cool. I taught in Spanish trying to just speak Spanish. We both followed the spirit and Rocked it. It was so cool and made me feel good. The reason I did it is I remembered bad experiences teaching with the wrong people present and what we did at a street meeting where one person ties up the trouble so the other can do their job. It was good.
Feb 10, 1996 (Saturday)
Wow, I keep slacking. It has been a crazy week. Bordum! In actuality, I’ve been writing a talk for the last 3 days about temples, baptism, and marriage. Hefty subject for a man with little vocabulary. I will try and do my best. Thurs, we had a group night, and nobody showed up for us. We got over it and played basketball. Transfer calls in 2 days. They are coming fast. We’re trying to work over our family first, it’s going slow though. The work is good. I’m getting to like the area then I get bored. I need my comp to leave so we can work over this place (Patchogue) He doesn’t want to very much because he knows too many people. I don’t blame him. Press forward.
Feb 12, 1996 (Monday)
Nobody got a call, but calls are coming tonight. Something in me says please get me out of here, but another says I want to stay. Whatever it is, I want a new comp. I’ve been with this one long enough. I do hope someday I get to serve with elder Smith if God allows it. Things are good. I like them. Our families just don’t seem to go down. The Torez’s juked us. After going twice, Oh well. Life is good at least. If I wear this shirt today it will be one day two many. I better change it?
Feb 13, 1996
I’m out of here to Richmond Hills. I’m back where I started again. Last night my comp and I were dying. We wanted to see who was going so badly. Two months here was enough. Wow, we’re going in tomorrow. I’m so excited for something new.