There's Always A Bigger Fish

Es que aquí estoy con otra carta. How have you all been and how's life? Big thanks to everyone who emailed me. You're the greatest. To all of my other readers, you're awesome too. The email title this week comes because there's always more miracles in store and there's always people to find. It also comes because for p-day we went to a local park and pond. There was a guy casting his net, pulling in tilapia, carp, and bass. Elder Lonson and I went over to talk to him, and he let us help him catch some fish. (Pics below) This past week was yet again, loco. It always feels like there's so much that happens and then it all feels like a blur. Very quickly, to take a page out of the book of my old friend and one of my first companions, Elder Wilson, I'll be doing a section called "Stories We Don't Tell Mom." I almost get hit by cars a couple of times a week. One particular time, a car was coming out of a neighborhood, stopped, and as I was crossing,...