Hard, hard, hard, day. I chaffed, I blistered, and I burned. It was good though, because I know I'm doing the Lord's work. We taught the 1st discussion to a kid named Jackson. Why do I keep saying "we?!" My companion taught it. He's a hard worker! Sometimes I have to run to catch up to him. When walking gets easier (OUCH! These new shoes are killing me--oh Havana Joe, I despise you!), I'll keep up with him and enjoy this a lot more. Can't wait for that moment! Oh well, tomorrow's another day.
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