A Suicidal Companion

To my beloved ones,
I feel that I should start with a story.

~Flashback~

We were sitting in the home of a potential investigator (by the name of  "David Ruiz"), as we discussed
the importance that God and religion hold in his life.
He, being the nice guy that he is, prepared us a food tray loaded with sandwiches.
As we were talking, somehow David began talking about the different types of chiles that he had,
and then stood up, walked into his kitchen, and brought out a plate loaded with 'em.
He then began telling us how hot these little, round, yellow ones were - about twice the size of a pea - 
(known as "picquin?") and how he doubted that either of us would be able to withstand the tremendous heat.
Well, of course, being the experienced chile-connoisseur that I am (did pride have something to do with
it?... who's to say.), popped the aforementioned pepper into my mouth.

Was it hot? Eh...yeah. Nothing as dreadful as was stated on the brochure, but picante.
After the praising of my incredible ability to hold my pepper from our investigator, my companion was
anxious for a try.
(- Now before I continue, please keep in mind that my companion is not used to the intensity which comes
from eating said chiles. I'm pretty sure that onions fall into the category of Picante for him.)

As I was talking with David, I took my eyes off of my companion for all of 20 seconds, in which time he
grabbed a small, greenish chile (which I believe is called "chile de arbol"which can be quite fiendishly hot),
 and popped the whole of it in his mouth. All I saw was David's eyes get wide, and I turned to my companion
who was sitting there holding an empty stem as he chewed furiously.

After about 5 seconds, his face went a deep red, which then turned into a light purple.

"Aghh!!" was all he could scream, as he jumped up from his chair.  A look of fear quickly crept onto his face.
Then, he quickly swallowed. (Bad idea? uhh...yeah. Definitely.)
"Go spit it out!" David Ruiz said, pointing at the rubbish bin in the kitchen, chuckling nervously.

Elder Petersen ran to the rubbish bin, spewing out the small chunks of pepper as fast as he could.
"..-so HOT!" He then grabbed my glass of lemonade and began gulping it down, then stuffing his mouth with
as many sandwiches as it would hold.

After some 5 minutes, things began to settle down. I have come to realize that I would probably be a pretty
bad EMT because - at the moment of emergency - all I could do was sit there in shock and laugh.

Moral of the story:  don't bite off more that you can... handle?

~End of Flashback~

So anyway, yeah, that happened. I thought it would be important to share that precious moment with you all.
But something that I would like to share with you is something that we saw last week on Mormon.org.
"Wait. You go on the internet to watch videos?"
"Yessir."
And this is the link to one of my very favorites... our own dear presidente.www.mormon.org/larry


Well, all is well here.

I love you all.

I asked Presidente about my extension... nothing definite. =T

Well, other than that, I love you, and keep up the great work over there.

I did get my contacts... thanks so much. They were much needed. I also got the package of sweets. Thanks so much!!! =)

Also, you might see some unusual activity on my personal account. Sorry about that. Bad planning. That shouldn't happen again.

Love you.
Take care.
Elder Ostler