District Leader in Guadalajara

After serving three months as zone leader, I was released and called to be a district leader in Guadalajara. We had six elders in my district. We all lived together in an apartment located just south of downtown. It was on a hill. I remember living through a tropical storm and seeing it rained so bad that anything not chained down to one of the concrete telephone poles was washed away by the storm. After the storm passed on, there were certain parts of the city that the buses couldn't go to because the water more than six feet high in those areas.

One of the Elders in my District was Elder Butler who was now serving as a senior companion for the first time in his mission. We all worked hard and had several baptisms my last three months. I would soon be going home, but I didn't focus much on it. I wanted to end my mission on a high note. I was begining to wear out. I received a new elder from the states to by my companion. He wanted to go jogging in the morning with me. But I was too worn out and tired and he went with one of the other new missionaries in our district.

I remember teaching a family of a man who was an airforce officer. One P-Day he took us out to the air base and showed us all around. They never joined the church while I was with them, but I hope they did later. Just before I went home, I baptized the oldest daughter of Sister Carvajal back in Santiago Ixquitla. It was a very special baptism. Her mother and family all came to the baptism.