Quite a week it has been...quite a week...more Spanish...more culture...more food...and to go with it stomach illnesses! The food down here is hard for Americans to get used to to say the least. let's just say I have seen porcelain more times than I can count this week. Yes there were some downs to this week but the individual Spanish classes have really improved my speaking ability and I have been bonding closely to the missionaries by attending visitations with them and helping them with problems that need to be be fixed constructionwise at the contact center and church building. Probably the greatest moment this week was when (you probably are not going to be expecting this)was...baptized! I know you are probably thinking "Wasn't he batized when he was younger?" I was baptized at eleven but I have felt for some time, almost a year, that I never really commited my life to the Lord and that no real change in living had occurred. Let's just say that the peace that passes all understanding has enveloped me like I never knew it could and a lot of questions that worry me and...most of my worries have just melted away. It is an amazing feeling. It is interesting that the night I chose to become a Christian and was expecting to sleep in peace that I hardly slept at all. I got up to the bathroom at least ten times and had a horrible cough (probably because I was waiting outside in the frigid air for a taxi after being born again and hadn't dried my hair). Today just topped it off as a exciting and nerve-rackingweek. I was suppossed to be staying with Josh and Julie Marcum and their two daughters Makayla and Eleana (one of the missionary families) for the weekend. I had gone over to their house and Bruno, a 19 year old church member who was living with them b/c there place was close to his university, was there. We had a dinner of beans and corn bread (good southern style eating) and everything seemed to be fine save for the two girls had been sick with fevers all day long. Well we were up in Bruno's room when right in front of our eyes Makayla (the older sister) feel to the floor in shock. What we found out later was that she was having a fever seizure and here eyes were rolling and she was convulsing. Her father carried her down stairs yelling for his wife who started screaming and her father started saying "Don't fall asleep Makayla, don't fall asleep!" His voice was so upset and I saw his daughter limp in his arms as he yelled to me "Open the car gate!" Him and his wife rushed off as worried as can be and Bruno and I were lefet behind wondering if she was dead. We embraced each other as he said a prayer in Spanish and I finished in English. We ran inside and began calling the other missionaries and we kept asking eachother "What do we do now?" we realized all we could do was pray. I remember having my had buried in the floor when the phone rang and Bruno came running in to tell me she was breathing! They had gotten her to the clinic safely and a doctor was their to assist her. Relief! Thanksgiving! Praise! It was a time of much rejoicing. I found out later that she had been nonresponsive for minutes without any breathing. I remember praying that if she was on the edge or death or dead that god would restore her to life. Many prayers were heard and answered tonight. Makayla is sleeping well in the hospital with her parents and little sister, her mother expecting another one along the way. I'm getting tired from just talking about all the tiresome events. I remember as Bruno and I waited for someone to return to the house that I had no trouble understanding or speaking Spanish. It became a non issue in the face of certain danger, like an adrenaline or Spanish speaking abilities. I know one thing that many are gonna be thanking our Father in Heaven tonight and it is great to know he is being praised. Chao!