This is probably the only post that will be from THE Elder Christensen.

If you are reading this you probably know me and are close to me so I won't really describe myself...

But today is Sunday May 02, 2010. I get set apart tomorrow as a MISSIONARY for the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints at 8:30 P.M. These last couple days have been a whirl-wind but I still have yet to fully grasp the concept of flying to Brazil Tuesday morning so I'm betting the coming days will just OWN me from the inside out as far as craziness goes. I am so excited to head off into the unknown, and am ready to tackle any challenge that comes my way. My mom and dad taught me right, and I am so thankful to you all of you that prepared me for getting this far. You all know who you are

Anyways the blog that follows will pretty much just be a post of Emails that are from me to my family and friends, and it will be a good way to see me progress through my mission first hand. Even if my emails aren't necessarily to you don't feel weird about reading them. I want as many people to share this experience with me as I can.

God be with all of you until we meet again. You'll need it while you don't have me to bestow my presence upon you. haha. I'll see you all in a couple years.


Send Me A Letter, I Miss You.

Elder Michael Scott Christensen
Brazil São Paulo Interlagos Mission
R. Euzébio de Souza, 121
Jardim Londrina
05638-100 São Paulo - SP

Feb 14, 2011


Herro famiree. Today is monday, and yet another week goes by. This week was pretty cool I guess. We got to do some construction (in proselyting clothes) and that was hilarious. My companion is a hard worker and stuff but he loves to make people think that he is working wayyyy harder than he is. So even though I was physically doing a lot more than him, he was ``working harder´´ and everyone knew it because he made a ton of noise and whined a lot. But not like a whine that means he doesn´t like the work, more like a ``look at me´´ whine to get people to see how manly he is.
we were putting these 25 foot long bars of concrete and rebar on top of a house to put a roof on it, and all he had to do was carry one bar over to the house and prop it up against the wall, and he was working with help, so he just had one end of the bars. Meanwhile, I was up on a 3rd story balcony with a high priest pulling the bars up one by one and passing them through a window and blah blah blah. Not that it was that bad or anything, but what I was doing was definately a lot more than my companion, and somehow he still managed to get super dirty, rip his shirt, hurt himself, and then complain a lot. So as a joke I was like, ``oh man, we weren´t even working up on the balcony. there were 3 more people up there that you didn´t see and we just sat around doing nothing´´ and the old dude that was with me is super sarcastic and hilarious (the reason he was with me) and he was like, "yeah, we just made some juice and played card games while you worked" and my companion didn´t get that we were joking. He got pissed. "I WORKED, SO HARD, AND YOU GUYS DID NOTHING?!" and we just messed with him for a while and he still thinks that mysterious beings showed up and did all of our work while we sat around. So that had some mild comedic value.
What else... Oh. The other day I was walking around and a cop car full of machine guns went by nice and lazy, which is normal but funny to me, and so I started laughing. Then another cop car full of machine guns went by, and another, and another, and another, and so on. But still not too out of the norm, so we went into an alley way to talk to someone, but they werent home, and when we came out all the kids were in the alley yelling, "my dad isn´t home!" and "my brother already went away with you guys!" and laughing, and I look up and see a police helicopter with a sniper in the door like 20 feet away from us buzzing the houses. And at that point I was laughing pretty hard because this place is rediculous, and so went the entire day. Police angry everywhere. But I found out later that there is a store here kind of like a cheap best buy were they have tons of electronics and stuff and it is right on the edge of the favela. So apparently it got robbed, and the police were sure it was someone who lives here and they were looking for him. Funny stuff.
Besides that it was a normal week. We had a baptism and that was cool. Our ward here is super good. Really helpful and missionary oriented. But yeah, that is it I think...
Oh I will tell a funny story about a lesson. We are teaching this dude and his family who are incredible. Super spiritual, legally married, everything. Plus he is enormous. So rediculously muscular even though he just sits around. Just imagine random huge black dude. So we were teaching him and he was listening and out of no where, without looking, he grabbed a fly out of the air. And then he just said, "got it." and slowly stood up and started walking over to the door. At this point I was already laughing a little from disbelief, but when he got to the door instead of opening the door, he just chucked the fly on the ground as hard as he could. IT EXPLODED. Like what the heck? That was one of the greatest moments in history I think. At least in my life. I just told him "Nilton, seriously, you are the coolest person I have ever heard of." and he gave me a "whatchutalkin'aboutwillis?!" Mr. T stare. He's great. He even lets me call him negão as a nickname, which is like "black dudes and friends only" word. So I am basically in with the gangster crew.
The end. I love you guys. Didn't even know it was valentines day... mom can be my valentine since molly is gone. k bye. stay classy.

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