So this week has been pretty normal. Lots of good stuff has happened, including splits with Elder Warnick. He also went to Lone Peak so it was fun to talk with him. We actually had math together in 9th grade. If you were to have told 9th grade Elder Wilson that he would meet a (very) drunk Cuban named Farmor Ben (Uncle Ben) on a tunnelbanna in Sweden with his classmate 9th grade Elder Warnick, I don't think he would have believed you. Or he would have thought "That is super specific, you must be right." I guess we'll never know until someone invents time travel.
Also, Elder Jackson and I started teaching a man named Masid, and he's got a cool story. He is a world famous Kick-boxer and has won world championships and has documentaries published about him. He's from Iran and was known for being the "Christian Kick-boxer". The Iranians loved him. So the Government asked him to get on the radio and say that the Government is awesome, but he said no. After that the Government took everything he had, tried to kill him, he fled to Sweden, and now loves meeting his new family Jackson and Wilson. So that's cool! Also, we don't have to worry about teaching him then having other people find out and try to kill him, because that's already happened! Besides, any assassin would have to be really sneaky to catch him off guard, and he would destroy them in any kind of physical battle.
I also found a tattoo parlor that makes me re-think my no-tattoo mentalitet.
This graffiti describes life as a Sweden Stockholm Missionary.
Hejdå!
Äldste Wilson
Äldste Wilson
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