January 30, 2011
...but all days are worth it. Some times you walk all over Jaro and don't find a single person home, but the strangers on the street still wave and some even listen to your message when you offer it. I'm not sure what makes this work so much fun despite the exhaustion, rejection, and what not- but it is.
This will probably be short, I have less time than I thought.
Guess what! we moved this week.... no joke.
So- We received a text on Tuesday letting us know that we were moving. So- Thursday night we packed up and Friday morning we moved. It was really fun, and really cool how we are able to move so quickly from one place to another. The new house is really nice. It's a house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It's still in the process of becoming a decent living space, but it should be really nice once everything is organized. The biggest problem is that the previous apartment was partially furnished, so we don't really have any furniture. We do have mattresses though, and the bed frames are supposed to be delivered this afternoon!
Other exciting things that happened this week include interview with the mission president, a service project in an investigators fields pulling weeds, and getting sick. But have no worries- I am already getting better and today is p-day anyways, so I don't need to be topnotch till tomorrow.
Just a quick note to all of you- I miss you all so much. There is nothing greater than sharing the gospel with the whole world, but there are days when all your investigators cancel, your feet ache, and you've run to the end of your rope. These sort of days leave me really missing hugs from family, fresh baked rolls, and the ability to call and talk to whomever I wish. I'm glad that these things will all be waiting for me when I get home. Until then- I hope you are able to see the blessings from God in your lives as much as I can in mine. He's really given us so much.
This is really all I have time for, love you lots and hope this week goes well for you all.
Palangga Ko Kamo!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Bites, Bruises, Sore Eyes, and Hyper-acidity
January 23, 2011
This weeks been... really fun! Between all the teaching, talking, studying, practicing Hiligaynon, and occasional sleep, my companion and I... read the title of the post again and you might have some idea.
It started with my companion getting a really bad stomach ache which we think was caused by hyper-acidity. We had to come home early that day to make sure she had time to get better. She's doing great now, and for this I'm really glad. When I first realized that the new-be was in charge I was a little worried. But we got home safely and I know enough about life to figure out how to call the mission presidents wife, text the other sisters in the apartment to get medicine, and text the district leader to let him know what was happening. It was the first time I was totally in charge and I didn't even need to know Hiligaynon to survive.
After that, the bugs once again decided they like the way I taste enough to eat me through the bug repellent. I have another beautiful collection of itchy red dots on my legs. The Philippine bugs love me as much as the Philippinos do.
Then it was my companions turn again. Her eyes started to hurt her really bad and we are concerned she might have sore-eye, the philippine term for pink-eye. If she does- she has to stay home till it's gone and I'll be expected to find ward members to work with, then I'll really be in charge. I'm just praying she's okay.
Finally- I woke up yesterday morning and managed to bang my back on the bunk bed. The bruise is a wonderful shade of purple, I'm just glad it's in a place no one can see it.
So- that's was our exciting week. We managed to keep busy between all the injuries and illnesses and still got a lot of missionary work done. I really love our investigators. I'm so excited for them to get baptized, but I'm sad too because then we don't get to visit them every other day any more. But, we can find new investigators who are hopefully just as wonderful. I feel so blessed to be here and meet these people. They might think that I'm beautiful because of my pale skin and gold hair, I just wish they could see themselves through my eyes. These are people worth meeting, worth talking to, listening to. I can't wait until I really can understand their stories because they are amazing. Some of these people own less than I have with me in my two suitcases, yet their smiles shine through the rainiest days.
I'm trying to use more Hiligaynon in my every day language so that I get more comfortable using it. So far- I'm pretending it's helping, I don't really know. This week has been long and busy. However, I'm pretty sure that is what every week will feel like until I go home.
The work however has been wonderful... mostly. This week was a little depressing in that we had all of our members who were planning on working with us cancel. We also visited several empty houses, had 2 investigators tell us they weren't interested any more, and lots of people not come to church who said they would. This last statistic is due to the festival which was this weekend. Even some of the members went to it instead of church. But on the brighter side, we have 4 new investigators, 2 or which are actually the spouses of other investigators who decided they want to listen too, teaching couples is so exciting. It's so wonderful to know of the blessings that they will receive by continuing to listen to the lessons and eventually going to the temple.
Well, that's the general gist of the week- sorry this isn't as long as normal. To be honest, I've been so busy I just don't remember it all!
This weeks been... really fun! Between all the teaching, talking, studying, practicing Hiligaynon, and occasional sleep, my companion and I... read the title of the post again and you might have some idea.
It started with my companion getting a really bad stomach ache which we think was caused by hyper-acidity. We had to come home early that day to make sure she had time to get better. She's doing great now, and for this I'm really glad. When I first realized that the new-be was in charge I was a little worried. But we got home safely and I know enough about life to figure out how to call the mission presidents wife, text the other sisters in the apartment to get medicine, and text the district leader to let him know what was happening. It was the first time I was totally in charge and I didn't even need to know Hiligaynon to survive.
After that, the bugs once again decided they like the way I taste enough to eat me through the bug repellent. I have another beautiful collection of itchy red dots on my legs. The Philippine bugs love me as much as the Philippinos do.
Then it was my companions turn again. Her eyes started to hurt her really bad and we are concerned she might have sore-eye, the philippine term for pink-eye. If she does- she has to stay home till it's gone and I'll be expected to find ward members to work with, then I'll really be in charge. I'm just praying she's okay.
Finally- I woke up yesterday morning and managed to bang my back on the bunk bed. The bruise is a wonderful shade of purple, I'm just glad it's in a place no one can see it.
So- that's was our exciting week. We managed to keep busy between all the injuries and illnesses and still got a lot of missionary work done. I really love our investigators. I'm so excited for them to get baptized, but I'm sad too because then we don't get to visit them every other day any more. But, we can find new investigators who are hopefully just as wonderful. I feel so blessed to be here and meet these people. They might think that I'm beautiful because of my pale skin and gold hair, I just wish they could see themselves through my eyes. These are people worth meeting, worth talking to, listening to. I can't wait until I really can understand their stories because they are amazing. Some of these people own less than I have with me in my two suitcases, yet their smiles shine through the rainiest days.
I'm trying to use more Hiligaynon in my every day language so that I get more comfortable using it. So far- I'm pretending it's helping, I don't really know. This week has been long and busy. However, I'm pretty sure that is what every week will feel like until I go home.
The work however has been wonderful... mostly. This week was a little depressing in that we had all of our members who were planning on working with us cancel. We also visited several empty houses, had 2 investigators tell us they weren't interested any more, and lots of people not come to church who said they would. This last statistic is due to the festival which was this weekend. Even some of the members went to it instead of church. But on the brighter side, we have 4 new investigators, 2 or which are actually the spouses of other investigators who decided they want to listen too, teaching couples is so exciting. It's so wonderful to know of the blessings that they will receive by continuing to listen to the lessons and eventually going to the temple.
Well, that's the general gist of the week- sorry this isn't as long as normal. To be honest, I've been so busy I just don't remember it all!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Another week in the Philippines
January 17, 2011
A few quick stories I wanted to share about this week.
Family Home Evening: This week we had FHE with one of our investigators. Another family from the ward joined us and gave us a ride there on their tricycle. Now, a philippino tricycle is very different than an american one. It is essentially a motorcycle with a very large side car. (Large enough that I've seen as many as 14 or 15 people on one sometimes). Not to long after we climbed on and started to drive it started to rain. I gotta say- riding in the side car of a motorcycle in the rain is a pretty exciting experience. The rain was fairly light, so I didn't get to wet. It was nearly as exciting as riding through a storm in an open top jeep, but it still wins in overall awesomeness because it's in the Philippines (shout out to Evan, Evan, and Chris!)
Later this week my companion went to a training meeting so that she could better know how to train me. While she was gone I spent my time with the other companionship in my apartment and was able to see their area. I discovered it was incredibly different from mine. My area is incredibly muddy, and I assumed this was just what the Philippines was like- lotsa rain, lotsa mud. Their area was more in the city, so most places had paved roads leading up to them. I also got to show them around my area a little. The best part about this was seeing their reactions to the mud. As we nearly lost shoes in the mud, slipped, almost fell over, got stuck, and crossed a large flooded field on a make shift bamboo bridge I learned just how unique these experiences really are. One of the missionaries I was with is less than 3 months away from going home. I definitely did not expect to show her anything she had not experienced already, but she seemed to really enjoy being introduced to a new idea of what the Philippines is like through the sister who has only been here 2 and a half weeks.
I wish everyone had a chance to serve a mission in the Philippines, or at least a chance to be here interacting with the people and really understanding how they live. Being a missionary really is one of the greatest things I could have hoped for. It's difficult- I've never done anything harder- but it's worth it.
This morning I voiced some concerns I've had with the language and missionary work in general. I received some very helpful advice in return. I can't recall exactly what was said- but the person I spoke with related real life to physics, which of course went straight to my heart. For every force there is an equal and opposite force. Previously, I kept thinking that the harder I worked, the easier things would get. I'm not sure where I came up with this idea, but somehow it was there in my head. I convinced myself I must not be working hard enough because everything was still to difficult. This simple physics law set my mind straight. No matter how hard I push, I will feel a force pushing back on me. The harder I push, the harder that backwards force will be. There is someone here who knows the great things I will do and is trying to keep me from doing them. He doesn't want me here. The harder I work, the more he will fight against me. Working harder will not make anything feel easier. It only feels easier to those who aren't pushing very hard, and they won't get very far.
I'm here to do the Lord's work, to push his purpose forward. Of course I will experience resistance, but Christ will help me through. I am here for him. He has not called me to fail.
A few quick stories I wanted to share about this week.
Family Home Evening: This week we had FHE with one of our investigators. Another family from the ward joined us and gave us a ride there on their tricycle. Now, a philippino tricycle is very different than an american one. It is essentially a motorcycle with a very large side car. (Large enough that I've seen as many as 14 or 15 people on one sometimes). Not to long after we climbed on and started to drive it started to rain. I gotta say- riding in the side car of a motorcycle in the rain is a pretty exciting experience. The rain was fairly light, so I didn't get to wet. It was nearly as exciting as riding through a storm in an open top jeep, but it still wins in overall awesomeness because it's in the Philippines (shout out to Evan, Evan, and Chris!)
Later this week my companion went to a training meeting so that she could better know how to train me. While she was gone I spent my time with the other companionship in my apartment and was able to see their area. I discovered it was incredibly different from mine. My area is incredibly muddy, and I assumed this was just what the Philippines was like- lotsa rain, lotsa mud. Their area was more in the city, so most places had paved roads leading up to them. I also got to show them around my area a little. The best part about this was seeing their reactions to the mud. As we nearly lost shoes in the mud, slipped, almost fell over, got stuck, and crossed a large flooded field on a make shift bamboo bridge I learned just how unique these experiences really are. One of the missionaries I was with is less than 3 months away from going home. I definitely did not expect to show her anything she had not experienced already, but she seemed to really enjoy being introduced to a new idea of what the Philippines is like through the sister who has only been here 2 and a half weeks.
I wish everyone had a chance to serve a mission in the Philippines, or at least a chance to be here interacting with the people and really understanding how they live. Being a missionary really is one of the greatest things I could have hoped for. It's difficult- I've never done anything harder- but it's worth it.
This morning I voiced some concerns I've had with the language and missionary work in general. I received some very helpful advice in return. I can't recall exactly what was said- but the person I spoke with related real life to physics, which of course went straight to my heart. For every force there is an equal and opposite force. Previously, I kept thinking that the harder I worked, the easier things would get. I'm not sure where I came up with this idea, but somehow it was there in my head. I convinced myself I must not be working hard enough because everything was still to difficult. This simple physics law set my mind straight. No matter how hard I push, I will feel a force pushing back on me. The harder I push, the harder that backwards force will be. There is someone here who knows the great things I will do and is trying to keep me from doing them. He doesn't want me here. The harder I work, the more he will fight against me. Working harder will not make anything feel easier. It only feels easier to those who aren't pushing very hard, and they won't get very far.
I'm here to do the Lord's work, to push his purpose forward. Of course I will experience resistance, but Christ will help me through. I am here for him. He has not called me to fail.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Additional Info
Hey this is Elora's Mom and here are a few items from our email I would like to share with you. From her first email from the Phillipines:
"First- I just want to let you know that I am in the philippines and I am still alive. 2nd- no freaking out allowed- somewhere between salt lake and manila one of my suitcases went missing, this happens to be the suitcase with most of my clothing in it. theoretically- it'll show up sometime in the near future. And fortunately one of the sisters in our apartment is about the same size and she is letting me borrow some of her clothes.
This week has been way stressful. I've lost my luggage, I don't know this language (literally, they don't speak Tagalog they speak Hiligayon, or hilikayon, I'm not sure how it's spelled), my trainer has only been in the field 3 months and really feels like she's inadequate for what she has been asked to do (and she's this adorable 5 foot Filipina who cooks amazing food, apparently she was originally terrified of having an american companion because she thought I wouldn't want to eat philippino food). but I'm doing good. stressed, but good. I know the lord is looking out for me and I know that somehow I will eventually know this language, I'm just not sure how long that will take."
I got this email the next day:
"I've just been informed that my luggage has been found and will be delivered to me this evening (it's not yet 6 pm here- monday night, if I'm doing the math right, I think it's sometime fairly early in the morning there) hopefully- all my stuff is still in it, I'm assuming it will be."
This means she was 6 days without her luggage!
This is part of the email I got this morning:
"The bugs here seem to like the taste of my blood, the American sister in my apartment recommended having you buy "oderless garlic" pills, it helps you naturally repel bugs, if you could buy those (if they aren't to pricey) and send them to me as soon as possible, it would be really really nice, I'm quickly getting tired of itchy legs. also- whenever you get around to sending me a package, include kit kats, please."
I guess the insect repellent she took with her isn't working!
"First- I just want to let you know that I am in the philippines and I am still alive. 2nd- no freaking out allowed- somewhere between salt lake and manila one of my suitcases went missing, this happens to be the suitcase with most of my clothing in it. theoretically- it'll show up sometime in the near future. And fortunately one of the sisters in our apartment is about the same size and she is letting me borrow some of her clothes.
This week has been way stressful. I've lost my luggage, I don't know this language (literally, they don't speak Tagalog they speak Hiligayon, or hilikayon, I'm not sure how it's spelled), my trainer has only been in the field 3 months and really feels like she's inadequate for what she has been asked to do (and she's this adorable 5 foot Filipina who cooks amazing food, apparently she was originally terrified of having an american companion because she thought I wouldn't want to eat philippino food). but I'm doing good. stressed, but good. I know the lord is looking out for me and I know that somehow I will eventually know this language, I'm just not sure how long that will take."
I got this email the next day:
"I've just been informed that my luggage has been found and will be delivered to me this evening (it's not yet 6 pm here- monday night, if I'm doing the math right, I think it's sometime fairly early in the morning there) hopefully- all my stuff is still in it, I'm assuming it will be."
This means she was 6 days without her luggage!
This is part of the email I got this morning:
"The bugs here seem to like the taste of my blood, the American sister in my apartment recommended having you buy "oderless garlic" pills, it helps you naturally repel bugs, if you could buy those (if they aren't to pricey) and send them to me as soon as possible, it would be really really nice, I'm quickly getting tired of itchy legs. also- whenever you get around to sending me a package, include kit kats, please."
I guess the insect repellent she took with her isn't working!
Dear Family "Gwapa Ka"
January 10,2011
so- the philippines has continued to be a beautiful place. It rains nearly every day, I've gotten stuck in the mud-literally- several times, and I don't know this language at all, but It has been so much fun regardless of this. we have wonderful investigators, I have a great companion, and the spirit of the lord is with us in all that we do.
It's difficult to give a specific experience that happened this week. The main reason for this is that i don't speak this language so I really never quite know what is going on. Despite this, One of my favorite experiences of this past week has been teaching Sister Jennifer. She told us the other day when we checked if she did the reading that we didn't need to ask any more. She said she would always be more than glad to read whatever we asked her to. We are having FHE with her and her family later tonight, I'm really looking forward to it.
The Philippines in general is filled with daily adventures. I've been chased by a goose, caught in the rain, and called Kana more times than I can count. This is my unofficial nickname from the children, it's short for Americana, a female American (the k is intentional, there is no c in their alphabet). the Filipino people really love white people. For the women of the family, if you ever need a self-confidence boost, come to the Philippines and be aware of the fact that "Gwapa Ka" means you're beautiful. I get it from people of all ages and genders. They are amazed by my pale skin, light curly hair, and especially my freckles. My companion has had several people ask her what happened to my arms to cause them to have spots, and sometimes the little children try to see if they can rub them off.
Well, I'll send you another update next Monday, hopefully by then I'll be able to tell you at least a little of what is going on around me and in our lessons. I really want to learn this language as fast as I can so I can talk to everyone I see. But, alas, I have to have patience with myself. I guess I can't really expect to learn a language in 1 week.
Palangga ko Kamo (I love you all)
so- the philippines has continued to be a beautiful place. It rains nearly every day, I've gotten stuck in the mud-literally- several times, and I don't know this language at all, but It has been so much fun regardless of this. we have wonderful investigators, I have a great companion, and the spirit of the lord is with us in all that we do.
It's difficult to give a specific experience that happened this week. The main reason for this is that i don't speak this language so I really never quite know what is going on. Despite this, One of my favorite experiences of this past week has been teaching Sister Jennifer. She told us the other day when we checked if she did the reading that we didn't need to ask any more. She said she would always be more than glad to read whatever we asked her to. We are having FHE with her and her family later tonight, I'm really looking forward to it.
The Philippines in general is filled with daily adventures. I've been chased by a goose, caught in the rain, and called Kana more times than I can count. This is my unofficial nickname from the children, it's short for Americana, a female American (the k is intentional, there is no c in their alphabet). the Filipino people really love white people. For the women of the family, if you ever need a self-confidence boost, come to the Philippines and be aware of the fact that "Gwapa Ka" means you're beautiful. I get it from people of all ages and genders. They are amazed by my pale skin, light curly hair, and especially my freckles. My companion has had several people ask her what happened to my arms to cause them to have spots, and sometimes the little children try to see if they can rub them off.
Well, I'll send you another update next Monday, hopefully by then I'll be able to tell you at least a little of what is going on around me and in our lessons. I really want to learn this language as fast as I can so I can talk to everyone I see. But, alas, I have to have patience with myself. I guess I can't really expect to learn a language in 1 week.
Palangga ko Kamo (I love you all)
A Pile of Rocks
January 10,2011
Just a random thought process I had this week. For the background story, if you are unfamiliar, read Ether chapters 1-3 in the Book of Mormon.
In this story, the Brother of Jared asks the Lord for some sort of light to light the barges made to cross the ocean. In response, the Lord tells him to think of something on his own. I wasn't there, so I'm not sure, but I have a feeling that the Brother of Jared spent a long time trying to think of something that he could do. I believe that when he returned to the Lord he brought with him his very best effort- nothing more than a pile of rocks...
I wonder if he was embarrassed or afraid as he asked the Lord to make the rocks glow by touching them. But he had the faith to give all he had, and as a result Christ touched each stone, causing them to literally radiate with the light of Christ.
What do I have to give... What is in my pile of rocks... a non-existent knowledge of Hiligaynon, a broken ability to speak Tagalog, a heart that wants to serve but feels like it can't...
I have two options, I can hold tight to my pathetic pile of rocks, and they will remain rocks.
Or I can take them to the Lord. Despite inadequacies, the Lord can take what little I have to offer and make it shine. He can make it enough. The Lord has not asked me to do something I am incapable of, I just need to realize that I need his help to make my pile of rocks into the beautiful creation he has in mind.
Halong! (take care)
Just a random thought process I had this week. For the background story, if you are unfamiliar, read Ether chapters 1-3 in the Book of Mormon.
In this story, the Brother of Jared asks the Lord for some sort of light to light the barges made to cross the ocean. In response, the Lord tells him to think of something on his own. I wasn't there, so I'm not sure, but I have a feeling that the Brother of Jared spent a long time trying to think of something that he could do. I believe that when he returned to the Lord he brought with him his very best effort- nothing more than a pile of rocks...
I wonder if he was embarrassed or afraid as he asked the Lord to make the rocks glow by touching them. But he had the faith to give all he had, and as a result Christ touched each stone, causing them to literally radiate with the light of Christ.
What do I have to give... What is in my pile of rocks... a non-existent knowledge of Hiligaynon, a broken ability to speak Tagalog, a heart that wants to serve but feels like it can't...
I have two options, I can hold tight to my pathetic pile of rocks, and they will remain rocks.
Or I can take them to the Lord. Despite inadequacies, the Lord can take what little I have to offer and make it shine. He can make it enough. The Lord has not asked me to do something I am incapable of, I just need to realize that I need his help to make my pile of rocks into the beautiful creation he has in mind.
Halong! (take care)
Sunday, January 9, 2011
I'm in the Philippines!
January 2, 2011
yeah- that about sums it up. I'm here, and here is very very very very different than there. The weather has been great, it rains more than not and we are in the cool season so it's actually pretty nice. My hair has been surprisingly not frizzy and actually looks quite nice most days. My companion is Filipino, super sweet, and an amazing cook- and she speaks enough English I can ask her questions. I have never before felt so pale or so tall- I have so far seen no one whiter than me and only one person that was noticeably taller than me.
A bit about the place- as I said, it rains a lot. I've been told that all the islands of the Philippines could fit in Arizona and that if you took California and placed it over us it would cover nearly every island. It is about a 5 hour drive in a jeepnee to get from one side of the island to the other, and jeepnee's aren't fast. (a jeepnee is like a bus...kinda, but they don't hold as many people and aren't government run.) The people seem really sweet- I'm not sure what they are saying, so I'm not certain. In my area, most of them speak Hiligayon, not Tagalog like I learned in the MTC. So I'm mostly starting over, but this language is supposed to be easier and definitely has fewer rules and conjugations. The area I'm in ranges a lot in lifestyles. Some people live in really nice houses with concrete walls and floors, enough space for a distinct front room with a couch and sometimes a TV, and windows with shutters. Others aren't so well off. We taught two sisters, their mother, and their children yesterday. They lived in a house made of cinder blocks, the walls don't yet reach the roof. The roosters and chickens they own live in the house with them. The floor is just dirt, and on top of that it isn't even close to level. The only bed, which is the first thing you see when you walk in the door and also works as a couch, is made of a wood frame with bamboo slates filling it in. Most of these were broken through, or close to doing so, so you had to make sure to place your weight on the wood beams underneath them. It is strange, to think that what is nice here isn't even seen typically in the states. In contrast, what counts as poor is so very poor.
Teaching has been rough- I can't really do more than bear my testimony. Yet these people are so kind. When I struggle they help me to find the words I need, or tell me that I can speak in Tagalog or English, most of them understand it even if they can't speak it. I'm excited to be here despite the challenges that right now seem so overwhelming.
Palangga ko kamo- I love you all.
oh- PS- Happy New Year!
yeah- that about sums it up. I'm here, and here is very very very very different than there. The weather has been great, it rains more than not and we are in the cool season so it's actually pretty nice. My hair has been surprisingly not frizzy and actually looks quite nice most days. My companion is Filipino, super sweet, and an amazing cook- and she speaks enough English I can ask her questions. I have never before felt so pale or so tall- I have so far seen no one whiter than me and only one person that was noticeably taller than me.
A bit about the place- as I said, it rains a lot. I've been told that all the islands of the Philippines could fit in Arizona and that if you took California and placed it over us it would cover nearly every island. It is about a 5 hour drive in a jeepnee to get from one side of the island to the other, and jeepnee's aren't fast. (a jeepnee is like a bus...kinda, but they don't hold as many people and aren't government run.) The people seem really sweet- I'm not sure what they are saying, so I'm not certain. In my area, most of them speak Hiligayon, not Tagalog like I learned in the MTC. So I'm mostly starting over, but this language is supposed to be easier and definitely has fewer rules and conjugations. The area I'm in ranges a lot in lifestyles. Some people live in really nice houses with concrete walls and floors, enough space for a distinct front room with a couch and sometimes a TV, and windows with shutters. Others aren't so well off. We taught two sisters, their mother, and their children yesterday. They lived in a house made of cinder blocks, the walls don't yet reach the roof. The roosters and chickens they own live in the house with them. The floor is just dirt, and on top of that it isn't even close to level. The only bed, which is the first thing you see when you walk in the door and also works as a couch, is made of a wood frame with bamboo slates filling it in. Most of these were broken through, or close to doing so, so you had to make sure to place your weight on the wood beams underneath them. It is strange, to think that what is nice here isn't even seen typically in the states. In contrast, what counts as poor is so very poor.
Teaching has been rough- I can't really do more than bear my testimony. Yet these people are so kind. When I struggle they help me to find the words I need, or tell me that I can speak in Tagalog or English, most of them understand it even if they can't speak it. I'm excited to be here despite the challenges that right now seem so overwhelming.
Palangga ko kamo- I love you all.
oh- PS- Happy New Year!
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