The following is the most recent email from Myles. Above is a picture of the library that he must be emailing from. I can't wait for the next letter. Until then...Madre,
So. I guess this is my weekly email. Long story short, The New York Public library decided to be lame today, so I have a very short amount of time to write a lot. I mean a lot of stuff.
1. the food. So, all we basically eat are sandwiches, cereal, instant pancakes, eggs, waffles, and any combination/variation of those while in the apartment. also popsicles. We always make a roast on sunday which would probably be a lot better if I wasn't so entirely sick of having it. and if the apartment didn't smell like it constantly, it's not bad, at all. I just can't handle it right now. I had it a lot at the mtc, Sister Searle made it the night I got in. but other than that, eating is a basic thing. not to convoluted, I guess. I've had ramen a few times, and I always think of gray. We're trying to buy more fruit cause everyone is feeling a need for fresher foods. I despise what everyone normally thinks as the standard "home-cooked" meal. I'm glad I was raised by someone that likes and cooks good food. You really are the best mother to ever live.
2. I'm part of a royal blood line. My trainer, elder langi, is not young in the mission at all, in fact, these are his last six weeks. Not only that, but he was a zone leader for a very large part of his mission. so, the blood line thing means that his trainer was an assistant to the president, whose trainer was a zone leader, whose trainer was an assistant to the president and so forth. I knew God couldn't just let me serve a mission normally, I apparently, am destined to become very, very important here. I'll elaborate more in the written letter. As I said, My ti9me on the Comp is short.
3. People in the bronx hate me. I say Hi to about 87% of the people I see on the street. 1.4% say hi back. It's alright though. I love them enough for the both of us. that's a slight exaggeration. a lot of people really like the missionaries here, some ancient chinese guy gave me a white magic blessing and looked at me as if I was Christ himself. I think it was the glasses. The youth, members and nonmembers alike, really like us as well. it's funny how much common ground I find with everyone, despite the geographical, ethnic, religious, and social differences I have with people.4. I enjoy being a missionary. You meet everyone. Some depress you, just cause of their circumstances or whatever, some make you laugh cause they just say something ridiculous or ask you what the deal with "Paul Smith" is. Lots of people respect us and our message and what we do. It doesn't mean that they'll be baptised, but they're cool.ok 30 seconds left.
I love you more than I can ever put into words.
myles
