I think getting a new companion has helped me remember how crazy life in Greenville really is. When I first got here I remember being so bemused, but slowly I've been desensitized towards life in the countrified-ghetto. It's just life. Random funny moments from the week: we were teaching a brief lesson to a few teenagers, and when one of them interrupted to ask me if I've been on T.V., I told her she was getting me confused with the girl in Good Luck Charlie, then moved on with the lesson. I was taught how to "ghetto knock" this week by random people across the street from us. An old lady told us that when she was coming out of anesthesia the other week, the first thing she did was grab her breasts to make sure they were still there (they're her pride and joy, you see). Oh and after an interesting conversation about what makes us different (aka actually keeping the commandments) this drunk man told us that we were the only pure women he had ever met, to which I replied, do you seriously ask every lady you meet whether she's had sex before? People can be so skrange.
This week we made sure to get F involved in our lesson with L; a couple hymns and scriptures later, and they were both committed to coming to church on Sunday! F wanted to leave after sacrament meeting, but it was just such a miracle to get them both there. We're hoping that now that he's been to our church, it will help him to be more open to Linnie making the decision to be baptized. We're praying to help her set a baptismal date this week, so hopefully all goes well! She's really just so so close.