Wat Up

I think you decide your atleast arriving at being fluent when your companion 

turns to you and says, ´´Yeah, you´ve already told me that story´´  Really? 

What stories havn´t i told you?  wierd.....
 
How´s your portûgeus?
  Last week i forgot to mention that Estância made national news in Brasil 

last week with the colapse of a bridge from all the rain it recieved in two 

consecutive days.  All of one person died, which is just about as many 

reported cases of swine flu, so abviously it was huge news.
  Now however its been non stop raining for about four days straight, no 

joke.  And our only plans for that night are to go right into the belly of 

the beast, a family who lives five km past the fallin bridge in a mud house, 

to read and pass time with her as a recent convert of 4 months (she can´t 

read)(yet).
  I will be honest i felt quite an emptieness when my family told me new 

swim coaches had been anounced at whispoering hills a few weeks ago.  I wish 

all you swimmers the best of luck and would love to hear from you and how 

your doing.   KICK KICK, GO GO, REACccHHhh!!!
  Reading the Norse Star this past week i fell in love with an articule by 

Trevor Kraus, i dunno who that kid is but i love his style of humor.  No 

doubt the weather in St L prepared me for Brasil with the, ´´If you don´t 

like the weather wait five minutes or walk five feet´´ style.
  Last night i swerved infront of a small semi (like the ones youp´d see 

on a farm, like a dump truck) while on my bike, you know, just joking around 

aka letting my personality get the best of me.  So i pull off this huge 

swerve lookiung the driver square in the eye, who´s jammed in the cab of the 

truck with two other men.  He, looking me directly back in the eye pulls the 

exact same move, swerving the entire truck (that is now no more than 5 meters 

in front of me) in my direction.  As we pass i´m already laughin so hard my 

stomach hurts only to discover his voice making the exact same noise.  I´m 

pretty sure we could hear eachother laughin for the next km down the road. 

DON`T TRY THAT AT HOME KIDS....or atleast not in brasil.
  Hugo de Umbaúba was batised this week.  Everyone, including him, showed 

up atleast a half hour late for the batizm except for us elders.  Just proof 

the brasil continues to live in a world free of time.  Lets now let this 

distract from Hugo´s ambient personality however.  The man is excellent and 

a geniue.  I´m poretty sure he reads more of the LDM than i do some days 

and easily marks it (with red pen) just as much as me.
  Sadly i believe the best story this week comes from me being retarded. 

Last night as me and my come are headed home, completely drenched as usual 

(on a bike without an umbrella), we decide to make a ruitine stop at BomBom 

to buy supplies for cookie makeing.  (Side Note:  american reciepes don´t 

quite work the same here, ingreidents are definantly dif, but after some 

experinmenting they turned out great.)  So anyways we get the needed items 

and head back home to start this wonderful adventure.  As i begin to work 

and test and everything my companion has nothing to do and quickly becomes 

my little aid.  ´´Get this, wash that and tal tal tal´´  I will note here, 

at this point, that some of you may arrive at the climax of the story before 

i do DON`T GIVE ANYTHING AWAY (KRISTI LEE! Keep your mouth quiet)  As i get 

to the end i tell him to go preheat the stove and he does such.  Five minutes 

later i walk in the kitchen area to do who knows what and find that the stove 

is still not lit.  Well high five comp, phsyc, lol.  About this point i did 

notice the unaviodable smell of gas in the room and resovled my thinkin to, 

´´Oh i geuss the flame most has just just gone out, i´ll relight it.´´ 

Comp now walks in the room to tell me the obvious, ´´No i already lit it´´ 

comment that i already knew, as i am now headed face first into the stove 

to relight this sucker, matches in hand.  As his mouth opens to shout 

something that prolly would be classified as a ´´UhgaHeÇOAUHS´´ by Dane 

Cook, Its to late. WOOSH!!!  The rush of edrenaline alone was enough to 

send me all the way to the back wall of our kitchen, not to mention the 

giant fireball that had just ingulfed my entire body.  Eyes now wide open, 

i looked down to see a blacken shirt and the absense of hair on my right 

arm.  It takes about 3 minutes of random paissing, pretending to be ok and 

not being able to focus on anything for the adrenalin to pass through my 

body.  As it finally does iu can now feel my hand stinging and realise its 

all burned around my thumb...  Of all the many american sayings i believe 

this falls under, ´´If you can´t take the heat....get outa the kitchen.´´ 

Awesome and the cookies were good.
  We some how ended up watching part of a documentary on President Monson 

at a memebers housae this week, in english (i´m still not sure how this 

happened).  But i feel as though i learn something very important.  I 

figured out why Prs Monson is such a good story teller.  It has nothing 

to necissarily do with his voice, his mannerism or even his marvolous 

chuckle.  I believe it comes from the way in which he lives his life. 

The manner in which he strive to help everyone he comes in contact with 

and always an outward hand.  He unconciosly lives the life that makes for 

great stories because of the way he lives, something i hope we can all 

strive more for.
  With this in mind i came along across a wonderful quote this week while 

reading an articule about the greatest invesion of the 19thcentury.  When 

asked what in fact was the most important inversion Douglas Rushikoff 

from the University of Novo York responded- The Eraser saying the folowing, 

´´Without our capacity to return, to erase and try again, we wouldn´t have 

any way in which to grow... The eraser is our confesser, our absovler and 

our tool of time´´
  Is this not repenctance?
  We are all very aware that Jesus Cristo was the only man to ever perfectly 

walk this earth.  But what an outstanding aporrtunity we hav each day to try 

and become more like this.  To repent and start a new.  Who are we to take 

such a great sacrafice for grant it.  Cristo sufered for our sins, and with 

out the use of this tool it becomes in vain.  I am so grateful for Our Lord 

and Redemer, i know he lives and is waiting to welcome each one of us into 

his loving arms.
  Now Its Time To Do Our Part
 
1st Cor. 15:58
Elder Neuberger