WALTER - KING WHEY and leap day 2/29/16 Weston Poulson

This week was pretty good! 
Me and Elder Neves go to see a member in our ward named Walter and he is seriously so awesome. Hes 100% active and a great priesthood holder and I love meeting with him every Monday. We have become really close to him and his daughter. His little daughter NEVER talked to us before but now she loves us and actually lets us play with her toys. ("whey" is a word you only use with close friends, don't say that though ahah) So we always say like "Que onda whey" and he calls us whey, that's how you know your good buddies! haha ANYWAYS! focus weston, FOCUS! 
This week was his birthday and he said he was going to have a nice little party this week with his family and said we could come and join for a little bit! well, things got LIT! Walter showed his true colors, busted a couple moves on the dance floor, and as usual, I wont the Limbo! But this was one of the funnest nights on my mission by far! Here's a picture with like half the people that were crammed in the basement! 

The missionaries with Walter!

I have a funny video of him dancing but I don't think it will send! but hes honestly the best, I'm buying him pizza tonight should be fun!

But I found a really cool poem this week that I can PROMISE you all that it will be helpful to you at some point in your lives. Things can and DO get really tough out in the mission field but they also DO get better if you go forth with faith in Christ.

 

Its called "The Race"

Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place!
    You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”
So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,
    and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
    still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again.
    Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.

They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place,
    head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace.
But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place,
    the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race.
And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud,
    you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
    “To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”

And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
    the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
    And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
    another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”

I challenge you all through those hard times you may be having that they do always get better. Its not a matter of whether or not you "WIN" per say. Its about whether you can fall down, GET BACK UP, and finish. 

LOVE YOU ALL HAVE A GREAT WEEK!!!

PS: HUCKED THE OLD DISC THIS WEEK FOR MORNING EXERCISE!! WOOOO! :)

(Elder Neves on top, leftern side of disc, waiting for the amazement)

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