So. The Dirty Burnie.. I'm honestly just trying
to get used to the way people are around
here. For a girl who has lived in Santa Clara,
Utah all her life, and then spent 4 months in
Charles Town, West Virginia, Glen Burnie is a
culture shock! Gangsters be err'where. Love it.
They're the nicest people to talk to! They love
Jesus people! (: We do get hit on a lot though...
haha. It's weird. Whaterrs.
AH!! We have a baptism this Saturday!! Miss
Tansey. She is so excited!!! Pictures definitely
will be coming next monday (:
Hmm, what else happened this week? Oh yeah.
I hit my 5 month mark! Can you believe it? I only
have 13 months left. SO MUCH TO DO!!!!! In so
little time. CRAY. Want to know what we did for
my 5 month mark? Heh.
So. We were picked up by a member, Sister Tiree,
to go to her house for dinner. We of course start
helping with a few of the preparations. She asks
me if I have mixed a caesar salad before. Ha.
Have I? I only worked at Pizza Factory for a year. ;)
So, I get started. It was one of those ones that
you can buy at Walmart. Like a salad kit. They're
delicious!
Anyway, the darn dressing packet was made so
that no one could ever open it. Well, Sister
Anderson was next to me cutting up tomatoes.
So, I asked if I could use the knife she was using,
just for sec. Little did I know, this knife had just
been sharpened! As I stab the bag, I say "I just
want to open this bag.....Ope. And my finger."
Blood starting spilling out of my left index finger
ike nobody's business. I was pretty proud of
myself though. Didn't get one drop on Sister
Tiree's table, or carpet! Or even her bathroom
floor.
I was surprisingly calm. Sister Anderson wasn't.
Nope.
We both go into the bathroom to run it under
cold water, Sister Tiree noticed that the Sisters
had disappeared. She comes in to look at the
cut. Asks, "Is it throbbing?" I reply, "Yep."
Then she gives me this look like, 'you're hand is
going to fall off'. That didn't panic me at all, of
course! So, we wrapped a paper towel around
it, and I squeezed it for a good 20 minutes while
Sister Tiree and Sister Anderson finished preparing
dinner. I sat there, looking pathetic.
After I bled through the first 2 paper towels, we
figured we should probably call Sister Richards
(president's wife.) She didn't answer. So we texted
her. No answer. I of course, eat dinner. It was
chicken enchiladas! I couldn't pass that up. So, I'm
sitting there, with my finger wrapped in a paper
towel with band-aids holding it on. I have it above
my head the whole time, whilst eating chicken
enchiladas. Sister Anderson kept looking over at
me with the most concerned looks I have ever seen.
After dinner Sister Tiree drove us back to our
apartment, and told us to tell her if I had to get stitches.
We finally got a hold of Sister Richards. She told us
to go to the nearest Patient Care. K, ready. This is the
best part. Sister Anderson texted Sister Hosner. (Who is
a ward member) All she said was, "Do you know where
the nearest Patient Care is?" Sister Hosner replied back
saying, "Are you at your home?" We said, "yeah."
Then, all she said was "On my way."
THIS WOMAN IS A MIRACLE! I love her.
She came. Picked us up. And we sped off to Severn.
They got us right in. I guess they didn't want me bleeding
all over their floor or something... We were there until
about 10:40. Way past bed time. I ended up getting 3
stitches! MY FIRST STITCHES!!!:D (MOM'sNOTE: Leave it to
Cas to be excited about this. LOL)
Oh, and come to find out, Sister Hosner, is Coach Hosner's
sister! The Pine View Football coach!! She knew all about
my home town!!! We talked about St. Geezy so much!! (:
It was the best. I can't wait till y'all get to meet Sister
Hosner. SHE IS THE BOMB.
Welp. That's bout it for this week. I will be sending photos
in 2 other emails.
I love you family!!! (:
<3/Your Missionary, Sister Brinkerhoff
(MOM's NOTE: So she sent me a separate email saying she
was SO excited to tell me what she had been up to this week.
Somehow, in the back of my mind while I waited for her to send
this email, I just knew it would be something like this. I also read
this post from a missionary mom on the facebook site about how
her missionary daughter had received a small burn injury and was
so upset that she wasn't there to help dress her wound. I couldn't
help but think, dang, I must be doing it wrong.... My missionary
daughter sends me a story about her stitched finger and I laugh
the whole way through the story she tells. HM??? I'm just glad she
is having so many MOM prep lessons as well as her spiritual lessons
out there. I miss her, but I sure wouldn't trade this for the world!
She is growing so much and I'm sure she will survive if I'm not there
to give her boo boo a kiss. haha. )
to give her boo boo a kiss. haha. )
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