A funny story -

My language, or lack thereof, created an amusing situation this afternoon. One of the clinics we hold on Friday is at the Central Mission Office. Dad holds a clinic for any of the missionaries in the South or Central Mission who want to talk to the "doctor" about issues for which they might have some concern. The nurses are so competent that this is really just a formality, but the missionaries want to confirm their concerns with dad. After clinic today the nurse realized there was one Hermana who hadn't arrived. We waited, but she and her companion never came. Just as we were about to leave they walked into the office and the Hermana who needed care was crying. She was just sobbing. They had taken the wrong bus and they had come from another town. We held her in our arms and tried to comfort her. After the discussion they needed to leave quickly to get back to the bus. I realized they were probably hungry so I insisted that we go into the back where the office has a little refrigerator. We made three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (now this is where you picture how bossy I am). I organized everyone and we put together these sandwiches from frozen bread, which had to be thawed, etc. When they were finished I ordered one of the elders to explain to the "supposed" sister's companion that she take the sandwiches. The elder complied, giving me a strange look. The companion, or so I thought, gave me an odd look, but they didn't speak English and I didn't speak Spanish. Suddenly, as I pressed the sandwiches into the Hermana's hands, I realized the Hermana who was in such distress was nowhere to be seen. As we walked out of the office it dawned on me that the reason for the strange looks was that the other Hermana had left long before and I was giving the sandwiches to one of the office workers. Embarrasing!

We went to the Lion's Club Breakfast this morning (at 7:00). We had to be at the CCM at 8:30 so we were flying. This president of this chapter showed us their initiative which was a large facility for malnourished children, children who had been neglected or abused. There are two rooms not being used at the moment where we can, with the permission or our Area Humanitarian people, put a small vision clinic and a dental chair, etc. The Bawden's who live upstairs, and with whom we have formed a fast friendship - and who speak fabulous Spanish, made it possible for us to communicate. He is a dentist and Kim, being an eye doctor, may make it possible to help these children.