This week was pretty interesting. Anyway--I have to write fast because it is a bunch of stuff.
This week started out pretty normal but it’s already starting to cool down out here. In May and June it was pretty hot but now it not that bad. Honestly it was never really bad. Everybody says it’s really cold here. Oh ya one lady at church one day asked me why I always wear short sleeves instead of long sleeves. I told her that I only have 3 long sleeve shirts and I’m sweating to death most of the time. She had like a winter jacket on with gloves. I love how they all bundle up when its 60 degrees outside. Anyway I got letters from Sister Finnegan and Grandma and Granddad. Thank them for those they’re pretty cool.
Anyway I will make a comment on my political change and my pride as someone from the United States.
Being in México has actually changed my views on lots of things. Before the mission I thought the smaller the government the better--people should take responsibility for themselves and not let things get out of hand. But more and more I am realizing that some people are not capable of taking their own lives in to their own hands. And like if the government doesn’t make people buy car insurance then nobody will and people will end up working their whole lives paying off car payments and medical bills for something that happened over 40 years.
That’s kind of what ends up happening here. Anyway I’m very proud to be born where I was born and to live where I live and to have the opportunity to have a good education that I am able to pay for and a job that won’t be too difficult when I get home and good hospitals and medical. These are simple things that I always took for granted. It’s one thing to know that there is bad hospitals outside of the United States and then it’s one thing to see people that can’t get medical care. But anyway everything has a balance and if you give too much people get lazy but if you don’t give enough then people suffer. That’s probably that hardest part about God’s job when to bless us and when to not bless us.
Anyway this week was the vote week here in México and I guess from dad’s letter that Erique Peña Nieto won. That’s about the only guy I knew that was running he had so many ads it was crazy. But on Saturday my companion got a call from the zone leaders that said that the missionaries could vote if they wanted to well that is the Mexicans.
So Sunday morning with my district leader and his companion we all went to the voting booth it was kind of interesting anyway we are waiting in line and the line is huge and on Sunday night (ed. note--Saturday night?) we get a call from our baptism that says he’s sick and he can’t come to church. So basically we are sitting in line waiting. It’s 9:30 and church starts at 10 and our baptism for this week is sick in bed at this point we needed a miracle so I tell my companion “hey, let’s get out of here. We have church in 30 minutes.” But he responds by saying that he wants to vote now and that the poll lines are going to be huge if we come back later so we wait and wait and wait at about 10:00 we are in front of the line and a member of our ward gets there and starts talking to us then I suddenly realize what he was doing. He was talking to us so that he could get in front of us and vote without waiting in line which at this point had grown and was probably a 3 hour wait by now from the back.
So all of the sudden some guy yells, “Hey get to the back of the line” and the member yells "I got here this morning early" which was a huge lie. Then it totally busted out of control. They start screaming and yelling and there are people taking pictures yelling that the vote counters are totally fraud and that this poll office isn’t following the rules and I just backed up and tried to stay out of it when the member that was in line yells (knowing that I cant vote) “this white boy saved my spot!” Everybody looks over at me and I have a terribly blank look on my face embarrassed and with the urge to take of my nametag because I feel like a terrible example for the church.
Anyway before it got out of control more luckily my companion dropped his vote in and I was like, “Let’s get the heck out of here.” And we hopped in a taxi and took off!! Hopefully my face doesn’t get put on the front page of a newspaper from Tulancingo. Ha-ha. No that won’t happen, but it was kind of crazy. Anyway we took off and went over to the house of our baptism and gave him a blessing and then found out that it was actually his parents that didn’t want him to get baptized even though he is 18 so we talked to his parents and smoothed them over and got them to let us take the kid and we got to church about 10 min before sacrament ended. But everything worked out well. But now my companion is upset I guess because Enrique Peña Niento won. Oh well I guess he is bad person or something anyway that’s about it for this week thanks for the cards and support.
Elder Hendricks
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