Hey everyone,
Last Friday I had an adventure and the adventure last until the end of the month. On Friday we went out inviting to try and find some investigators and we went down this little road and I had a run down with a species that hates missionaries more then anything else, Dogs... usually we will go down a street and every dog on the street will come running out to bark at us and run after us. This has become a usually thing and I don't think to much of it anymore when it happens but on Friday a dog crossed the line. There is a mutual understanding between us missionaries and dogs, we don't kick, they don't bite. But on Friday, our understanding was broken! I was just casually riding my bike and a dog come walking beside me and thought hey, I want some white meat! and it decided to take a taste and it bit me on the leg! I was so shocked that this happened that I jerked my leg away and when I did, my knee flew up and slammed against my handle bar and made my bike go all screwy almost sending me to the ground. Once I regained my composure I looked back to see the dog casually walking back to its house being fully satisfied with what it had just done. I was not to happy with that dog...I looked down to see the damage of my bit and my pants had a huge hole in them. I rolled up my pant leg to see the bit and I was bleeding out of the bit and around it was bruised over in the size of a baseball. There wasn't a ton of blood but it was enough that I didn't like it. I called Sister Smith and asked her what to do and she said needed to go to the hospital so we canceled all other appointments we had for the day and headed downtown to Bangkok General to have them check out my bite. Once we got down there they said yeah...your going to have to get rabbie shots. I was fine with that because I would rather not die and I hear there has never been a case where somebody had survived from getting rabbies. So gladly I took them. In that one day I got 5 shots but I'm still not done. Its a series of 5 shots so throughout the month I have to go back and get them all. Its been a blast! Tomorrow I go in for my third shot of the series. I'm not too upset because well every missionary needs to get bit at least once while on hims mission. Its part of the fun and the experience! But I'm doing good, I haven't been excessively drueling and I haven't grown a tail so I think the medicine is working. Well I love you all and I hope all is well at home. I love you guys!
Steve
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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Steve, you write in a fun way. I loved the way you put your story. You are such a creative man. I'm glad you aren't drooling but don't make think that so bad because Tyson does it a lot.
ReplyDeleteOW!! I don't like biting dogs. Never have, never will. Luckily dogs in our neighborhood only chase you down the street and keep their teeth away. And I agree with Lori, I love the way you write! You make it fun!
ReplyDeleteHi Elder Olsen
ReplyDeleteTake a stick, club or at least some kind of weapon when you ride your bike. When I go for a walk I always take something to ward off dogs. I was bitten once and have learned that you can't trust dogs not to bite. I've heard that pepper spray works but you would have to be sure the wind wasn't blowing in your direction.
Love you Stephen!!!
I'll write a letter soon.
Love - Grandma