With Fratello Acerson we did street contacting. One person was the
investigator who would be open to the missionaries, the rest of the class were
not open to the missionaries. To decide who that was we each ticked a little
piece of paper and one paper has an “s” (s for simpatizzani = investigator).
Anyways I was the simpatizzanto. So I portrayed myself as a dad on the streets
of Italy. Anz. Robinson and I were sitting on the bench and when the
missionaries (Fratello Acerson and Anziano Bryant) came to approach us we
planned to just get up and run away. Anziano Robinson was normal and just got
up in a hurry…but me…I got up and was frantic! I started yelling, “Dove mi
familia!?” Repeatedly. Translated to “where is my family!?” It was out of the
blue and I made my teacher, Fratello Acerson, cry as he laughed so hard. It
freaked out the class as I had been normal before that. Well semi-normal.
Everyone here has not seen the real me, up until last week when this took
place. I’ve been normal for the most part while I’ve been here at the MTC. It
was super funny and memorable for sure.
Also, we did it twice and Anziano Day was the simpatizzanto the second
time, and he was an old guy. But best part was the most innocent sister in the
MTC, Sorella Preston, was trying to be awkward and play as a young woman and flirt with them. It
was funny, but more so unexpected. Anz. Day was a drunk man, then old man. Anz.
Klemm was an old smoking man then a street performer who was juggling. Anz.
Robinson was a normal man then a druggie –he puts his belt on his arm and
pretends to shoot up drugs. The sorelle were quite normal and Sorella Bradford
was fighting with Anz. Klemm as a couple and “broke up” so she was crying. Cool
thing is, she was able to make real tears come.
Everyone remember to send me picture!
Love you all so much! Going to bed now. Bona note!