Nov 18, 1995
“I did want to talk a little bit about my Spanish. I’m very bad at it. I really on God so much for help and for Him to put the message in people’s hearts because I can’t speak it. I’m continually praying for strength and support. I’m studying so hard. As much as I can bare. He is helping. It’s coming slowly.”
That is funny. I had only been a Spanish missionary for 8 days when I wrote that. My ability to speak Spanish never got that good. I remember after my mission a friend once said I speak my own version of Spanish. 
My thoughts:
A few days later on Thanksgiving, I had a really bad experience. It was a poor decision by my companion, which I will omit from sharing. My reaction to my companion’s poor decision got me banished to the end of Long Island. (My perception) Reading about it, I could feel the intensity of my frustration all over again. If I had it to do over again, I don’t know. I wrote home about the experience, my grandfather called Salt Lake about it, and Salt Lake Called my Mission President about it, My Mission President wasn’t too happy I had written home about it. At this point in life, I forgive that Elder for putting me through that experience. And for my part, I should have been a better companion and kicked the shit out of him.