So....this week was really interesting. It started, well. I'll just start:

We had an investigator who I wrote you about before. She made a lot of big changes in her life in order to join the church - including getting married, stopping smoking, and quitting hard drugs. Needless to say, she's a little high maintenance, but has a super solid testimony and was really excited about her baptism. On Tuesday morning she called to tell us how happy she was to be alive - she wanted to thank us for everything we had done to help her, etc. She also started telling me about a friend who had recently returned from rehab, and wondered what I thought about letting this particular woman back into her life. We talked for awhile, and said we'd see her later that afternoon to have a lesson. Well, as soon as I hung up the phone, my companion and I looked at each other and - for some reason - both said "we have to go, now." So we jumped in the car to see her....But the car wasn't there. 

It was nowhere to be seen. Nowhere in our little garage. And we both died a little inside.

It was horrible.  

Until we remembered that we had left it outside the night before, because we had hoped to visit an investigator later on, but they never ended up getting back to us. 

So we recovered from that shock, found the car, and ran over to our investigator's house [who will heretofore be referred to as Sally]. She was a little surprised, but very happy to see us. I had grabbed some leaves and clear sticky paper as we left the apartment, so we talked about faith while making little maple leaf bookmarks. It was good. And throughout the conversation we got her to decide not to spend time with this ex-addict friend for the moment. 

Which was good. Because about an hour after we left we got a very excited call from Sally. Apparently as soon as we left, the friend came over. She said she had a gift for Sally, and placed a pill in her hand. Sally proceeded to throw the pill on the floor, smash it with her shoe, and tell the friend to leave. The friend wouldn't leave, so Sally called the police, told them the friend had illegal drugs that she had tried to push on Sally. The police arrested the friend and started procedures for a restraining order. It was all very exciting! And Sally told us that she would never have been able to reject the drugs or stand up for herself before meeting us - and that she didn't know what would have happened if we hadn't stopped by that morning. Cool, eh? But...Then she called us the next morning to cancel her baptism. Oh well. Missionary work is kind of hard like that sometimes. 

I'm afraid that's all I have time for today :( I love you all dearly!