Your gonna want to read this one.

I really only have one story for you today, and it is pretty long so I will just get started, but small side note first. I have a new companion and we were in the MTC together ( which in a MTC of twenty six people is actually a pretty big deal) His name is Elder Jack from Zimbabwe.

Anywho here we go.

Story: "I am an idiot" - Elder Tucker

So since this week was my companions last week on mission.  It was mostly spent visiting the people we had become close with and him giving some departing words of advice.  Also we have been trying to get a youth activity done before Elder Ochieng went, which we did.  So we went and visited all the youths of our branch, got an activity planned to play some games and eat food and watch a movie called FREETOWN. (fantastic movie, 10/10 would definitely recommend it  to a friend.) So at the activity we played some games, and had fun. MY team lost in almost everything except musical chairs, but it was still super fun. But while we were playing the games i put my bag and keys on the table.  Well sometime during the party my bag and the keys were moved. I was under the impression that my companion took the keys and put them in his pocket, needless to say I was wrong.  After cleaning the church and getting a Matatu back to our house, about thirty minutes away. I asked my comp to open the gate.  His reply was thus, "I don't have the keys, I thought you had them." After a minute of panicking we devised a plan, on how to break into the house. the next hour and a half is as follows:

 After a few unsuccessful attempts at breaking the back door lock, and turning my weight lifting bar into a cane, we decided to take the door off the hinges ( also not possible).  So we decided to very carefully take off one of the the windows on the door, then work from there.  After trying to carefully take it off, we gave up and just broke it.  Then we found out a way to undo the deadbolts, and finally got inside, ate, then figured that the keys were at the church so we would grab them at sacrament meeting the next day, and went to bed.

Here is where I become an idiot.  We get to the church and look for the keys, no where to be found.  I am now feeling like an idiot, wondering what the heck we are gonna do.  And a little boy comes and sits by me and empties my bag looking for sweets.  Guess what he finds at the very bottom of my bag.....A SWEET! AND THE KEYS!  so in the whole process of breaking into the house it did not occur to me once to check my flipping bag for the keys. Yeah I face palmed pretty hard, then laughed silently to myself for the next twenty minutes, cause I am pretty sure my mind is gone.

That's how I learned, that sometimes the answer to your problem is literally inches from your hands and you have no idea unless you look.

Have a great week, love you guys, and try to keep a hold of your keys

Elder Tucker