The Most Unsuccessful Rescue Mission Ever

   Hey Howdy once again, everyone! Coming love from the first ward in the state of North Carolina, it's Elder McMullin! As always, feel free to send me any pop tarts or Pfizer products, and I will happily accept them! But, without further ado, here we go!
    This week was kinda mid for work. We found 3 people, 4 came to church, and 3 lessons with members were had, but beyond that it wasn't stellar. The thing that ratcheted those numbers was the real miracle. You see, I am rather dumb, and I foolishly thought that if someone comes to church for six straight months and doesn't look out of place, they must be a member. Ah, silly little Elder McMullin. It turns out we had a part-member family coming this whole time, which is both the greatest untapped resource every missionary wants, and really unfortunate we didn't tap into it earlier. But! We talked on Saturday about priesthood structure and how one acquires it, and he seemed more interested! He even brought up what commitments need to happen for baptism, and commented (on the side) "ok, I need to work on those". If it does go through, it'll be spectacular, but right now we're still in the "let's say someone-NOT ME- wanted to be baptized; what steps are there for me-THEM-to do that?" Phase.
    In other news, the Currituck branch has run wild with Cody's baptism. Not only is every slot on the program filled, the branch has made an evening event out of it. Completely ignoring our warning that the E city building might smell like glue for a hot second, they have set up THE WHOLE BRANCH to eat at the Mexican restaurant next door. Then, they'll bid the missionaries and Cody farewell as we get ready, then walk the 20 ft to the actual building and watch the ordinance. Everyone is bringing someone, members who don't have an outlined part in the program are vying for extra jobs, and if it weren't for the burn ban we'd probably be launching fireworks on Saturday Night. All jokes aside, it's very moving to see these people come together to celebrate something special- just as baptisms should be.
    Speaking of moving, remember that tornado warning I talked about last time? Turns out it wasn't just a warning. An EF-1 touched down about 15 minutes from our house and giddily ripped up about 3 trailer houses. 2 more were condemned, and it was just a mess all the way around. We had no idea about this until a member called us out on a desperate call for service aid, as they were just not getting it done fast enough. So, gloves in hand and EXTRA big gulps filled, we made our way down. Then, we moved soggy drywall, blasted framing, and a horrendous amount of insulation while picking through for anything of value.
       I say this like we were a crack team of cleaners who came in clutch, but in reality we were quite the opposite. To explain the title, Elder Rinquest most likely got insulation burns as he was hauling it in short sleeves, Elder Juncker tweaked his back about 30 minutes in, and Elder Seiter was running on about 2 minutes of sleep and horrendous amounts of caffeine and benadryl. My fate was a little more stupid. At about the 15-minute mark, I was poking through some downed studs when a felt a pinprick at my ankle. I look down, expecting some sort of weed, but instead see the famous, powerful, might I say legendary, RUSTY NAIL!!! as my ankle draws blood, I can only think one word: LOCKJAW. Over and over again. I panic as my ankle feels like it's seizing up, and my teeth grind as I desperately try to keep my jaw in motion, as if that would defy the imminence of my Tetanus. But then, as if sent by God, the EMTs roll up boasting free bandages and vaccines. I run (somewhat unsteadily, as I have fully convinced myself that my ankle has gone rigid) to the front, slap down my insurance card, and receive the blessed peace of modern medicine. I probably didn't have to worry as my last booster was within 10 years, but hey- now I no longer have to fear THE LOCKJAW.

Anyways, I hope yall have a fantastic week, and excited to talk to yall again soon! 

From your favorite rusty removal expert,

Elder McMullin 

Photos!
1: Me, seconds before dying of LOCKJAW
2: what a mess
3: Dan's baby chicks!
4: I may have attached this photo to our schedules. I think only I found it funny.
5: taking a load off, are we?
6: a really old photo of Manti a friend of ours has





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