IDIOT, why can I not connect the dots. The other night I was looking for something to read and I stumbled across the book "Christmas Jars". Great book that I read a few years ago, If you have not read it I would greatly suggest it. Well, I was thumbing through the pages re reading some parts and I put it down. I thought I would start something else. Then I got on the computer and started to goof around. I have an addiction to "facebook", I have had some fun looking up some old friends and just playing around with it. Well, I found my mission group on there and found a few of my old companions. Jason Wright was there and so I wondered what he was doing with his life. HE IS THE AUTHOR of my book, "Christmas Jars". I could not believe that my mission companion had done so well for himself. So I went out and got "Wednesday's Letters", that is great too.
Just to think I was his companion some 18 years ago. We had such a good time together, I pulled out my journal to reminisce some of the old times. Jason and I used to play 9 ball pool all the time. In fact I think we averaged 4 or 5 games a day. In Brasil they have barzinos all over the place. Almost like 7-11's but they are open bars and most of them have pool tables. These barzinos were always by the bus stops. So we started to play 9 ball pool. The Brazilians did not normally play this kind of pool so we would teach whoever and then laugh and play a game. We had a ball. Just close your eyes and imagine two missionaries in ties and white shirts drinking Cokes and playing pool. What a laugh. We baptized so many together, and I do not think I worked harder with anyone else. I think we went roller staking, BBQ hamburgers for our zone and had a massive missionary sleep over one time. He was great.
The story that I remember most happened almost before we were transferred. I woke up one morning and his bed was gone. I found him asleep in the office area on the floor so I asked what happened. I guess he was dreaming that we were teaching by a place in Brasil called sete largoas. There is a big lake in the middle of town there. He had to go to the bathroom really bad. I apparently told him to go in the lake. So he did. He peed so much that it went through the mattress and puddled on the floor. I know that he was embarrassed that he had peed the bed, but we laughed so hard at that. In my Journal at the end of that day I wrote in big letters "GO IN THE LAKE!!!!"
If you get a chance read his books, they are great, and the author was my compainion. This is my claim to fame.
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So much for our pinkie promise not to tell that story ;-) Kidding of course. I've told it quite a few times, and with all due respect, my version is better!
Good catching up with you again. Those were good times in Uberlandia.
Hey Elder Wright -- to me, you are known as Greg's mission companion that "went in the lake". That's one of my favorite mission stories that Greg tells. Our kids laugh everytime! I do remember meeting you the summer Greg and I were dating. Congratulations on your success!
Thanks, Jill! One of these days I'll have to give you the REAL version :)
Ok, Wirght, it kind of freaks me out that a famous author is reading my blog. Thanks, my version is better. By the way I was the better 9 ball player!
Whatever! Just name the barzinho and I'll meet you there for a rematch!
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