The Lost Boys

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The best part of this week was BY FAR when we started teaching, wait for it, THE LOST BOYS. I’m not even kidding. We had some references from a member and when we went to go teach them we stood in the street, not sure where to find them–then out of a dark corner some young men came out and introduced themselves. When we asked to sit down and talk to them they agreed and showed us where they lived. Then as we were walking, more and more people just kept coming out of the dark corner. There was us, and 11 young men, and one young girl (she’s our Wendy). When we got to the house it was, I kid you not, a tiny house with MINIATURE chairs. So we sat on the little chairs and they all sat on the ground around us listening to the story of the restoration. Then, if that isn’t awesome enough, the next day we wanted to take the lost boys to a church activity. We went to the same street but only found one of them there. We asked where the rest were, and he did a special whistle. Then from one street down we heard the same whistle. Then from the other streets surrounding us we heard the whistle several times. A few seconds later people started showing up from every direction until they were all surrounding us. And that’s how we took the Lost Boys to a church activity.
This week we’re working with a guy named Ivan who cracks me up. He says snarky things but in a completely sincere way. The other day he brought a friend named… well.. actually I’m not sure how to say his name but I call him Chimichango. Anyway they had the following conversation.
Chimichango: “Hey, can I say something?”
Ivan: “Yeah, of course man.”
Chimichango: “I’d just like to thank you all for this lesson and-“
Ivan: “Ok, ok, save that for the closing prayer.”
hahahaha I don’t know why I found that so funny but I was dying.
Sometimes my mission feels like a long movie.
Hope you all have an amazing week!
-Sister Sharp

NHOS TXIIIIIIIIGAAAAAA

The Water Story

(This is a story I sent Lindsay about the Great Pipe Freeze of 2014)

I came home from work and learned the water wasn’t working in the kids’ bathroom–there was ice all around the bathtub drain as well. I called Dad and we agreed that putting some heat on the bathroom pipes and running the water would help thaw out the pipes. Within minutes we had water coming out of the bathtub faucet, which was great. Brandon went downstairs to get something and suddenly started yelling that there was water coming down from the ceiling in the living room.
I ran downstairs and water was pouring from the vent in the corner. So I ran into the kitchen and got the biggest pot I have. He had to stand on a chair and put it on top of the china cabinet. He said it was filling up too fast and he would need a bigger bucket. I scooped up a 5 gal paint bucket we had in garage and he put that on top the cabinet while I ran upstairs. The vent was directly under the bathtub so I figured all the water from the bathtub was draining downstairs.

***WARNING: I’m obviously not a plumber. Or someone who knows anything about where water in the house comes from********
So I grabbed a mixing bowl from the kitchen and started scooping the water out of the bathtub, yelling down from the balcony at Brandon as I ran, “Has the water stopped running?”

No. Of course not. I then decided that I needed to plug up the bathtub. I ran downstairs to get…a tupperware lid. I shoved the tupperware lid down on the bathtub drain but it kept floating up so I clamped it down with my hand, yelling down to Brandon, “Has the water stopped running?”
No. Of course not. Then I realized that the bathtub has plug already. So I flipped it up. “Has the water stopped running?”
No. Of course not. Finally it dawned on me that it wasn’t coming from the tub. We had a burst pipe. I needed to shut off the water. Feeling ridiculous, I ran down to the basement and called Dad. By now Brandon was on his second 5 gallon bucket.
As Dad described the water main, I was imagining this giant wheel that I would have to turn, like we were on a submarine and we were all going down. “CAPTAIN NEMO!! THE NAUTILUS IS DOOMED! WE NEED MORE MEN ON THIS WHEEL!” It turned out to the this little blue knob. Pretty anticlimactic.
So the house survived my pots, tupperware lid and trips from the bathtub with my mixing bowl.
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Oh man that water story was hilarious. Here it’s pretty normal to wake up and not have water. Now instead of going WE DON’T HAVE WATER. WE NEED TO GO TO A HOTEL! I’m more like dang we don’t have water. We’re going to smell bad today.
I love your updates!!!!! I also get random emails from parents whose kids are going to cabo verde cause they read my blog haha. good work! love you mom!!!
We had a baptism! Patricia was finally baptized! actually she’s sitting next to me. There’s a huge market in Tarrafal right now and she wanted to go shopping with us. Anyway, were just hanging out with Patricia today which has been a lot of fun. I bought some cool african jewelry which, as it turns out, does not make me look African. Just touristy.
The subject of this email is Nhos Txiga cause theres a guy outside yelling that trying to get people to buy his shoes. It’s creole for come here.
Oh yeah I started an english class which is way fun! I feel really intelligent when I’m not the one stumbling over my words. Hopefully that class will help us get to know the members better so we can start working with them more.
Love you all!
-Sister Sharp