Sacking Out Never Was Happiness
It was not the best of weeks and it was my own fault. Basically if a missionary is a lazy missionary we call them a sack as in a sack of potatoes. There were 3 separate days where I know I should've just gotten out the door and done missionary work, but I didn't, I stayed inside for some reason. Again, sacking out never leads to happiness. Other than that, we had our car taken away. Honestly it's probably a big reason why I was a sack. Our car getting taken went something like this, I got a call and the vehicle coordinator said, Elder Blacker your wrist is healed right? Me: Yeeah. Vehicle Coordinator: Good the Sisters want their car back. So now we don't have a car and I don't have a bike because I crashed it, so we've been walking. Basically, we haven't been in the Kayscreek stake since the car was taken, like at all. Not even once. Our relationship with the Kayscreek leadership is rocky anyways. They have a meeting that lasts for 2 hours during ...