I saw Manhattan...from a distance...but it's sooooooo cooooool!!!!!!! Queens is a little frightening (and I had never truly seen bars on the windows of one of our churches before. There were buildings everywhere. The moment that we had stepped out of the airport building...I immediately saw cabs everywhere...I felt, at first, as if I had landed in Manhattan (however, I wasn't). Also, even in the airport, I felt that I had stepped into a movie whose setting would be in New York because of all the black policemen and white or Jewish businessmen. Crazy!!!!!!! Anyway, I met my trainer (or dad) in Queens. My residence is located in Bayshore (but the area covers Brentwood, Babylon, and other cities). The area that we are proselyting in is much more open than in the heart of New York City. It's really still small. It's an area that has a lot of forest in some parts. There are trees everywhere.
English-speaking people speak with a distinct New York accent that you usually don't hear except for in the movies.
The people are so incredibly humble....
Here's one example:
We were searching up a referral one night....we approached the front of a home in a scary neighborhood with lots of scary trees....we knocked on the door and almost immediately it opened and a black woman and her husband were leaving to go someplace. We asked if Nancy lived there. They said that we should check the basement door. We moved to the side of this little home. Again, we knocked and a Hispanic woman answered. She wasn't Nancy
either. She said that we could check the other door! How many families lived in this single small home?! They're so receptive in some cases, however. We actually have an appointment with the other woman though. We haven't had a lot of success YET, except with the families that we're already teaching.
Ortega Family: Javier is the head of the household. He's one of the founders of the American Martial Arts Association. He said that he can show us some moves.
He's reading in the Book of Mormon. He's from Panama.
Our other investigator is a fifteen-year-old boy named Erlin. His family doesn't want to listen to us, however, he accepts the lessons. His best friend left to serve a mission in Guatemala last week! He's really friendly and has a lot to learn. I can't understand his accent very well because a Dominican accent is really fast, choppy, and there are few s's pronounced. Elder Griener and I have enjoyed teaching him. He trusts us a lot.
Anyway, I love you! I'll tell you more later in a letter.
Love,
Elder Roberts. :)
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