Transfer calls happened on Saturday, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We must start at the beginning, LaSt FrIdAy NiGhT. We went to the Tafel to serve, as usual, and at the end we went to the chocolate aisle to satisfy our cravings, as usual. I found some yummy looking white chocolate balls and put them in my bag and ready to go. As we walked to the bus stop, I pulled out the chocolate and popped a piece in my mouth. I bit down and suddenly my mouth was filled with a rotten taste. ‘These are sooo weird! Everyone must try one!’ I generously offered my candy to the crowd of missionaries. Sister Ras took one and popped it in her mouth. As soon as she bit down she spit it out in disgust. ‘Eww, what is wrong with that stale chocolate?!’ Elder Ashmead took the chocolate and read the label. I asked for another piece but before I could get my hands back on the weird chocolate, Elder Ashmead fell to the ground in laughter. ‘These are filled with liquor! Each ball is 5 percent alcohol!’
Uhhhh missionary say what??
Elder Hays took the chocolate box and smelled it. ‘How could you not know these were liqour balls? They smell like (some drink i don’t remember)!’ Well excuse me for not knowing what (that random drink he said) smells like!’ I kept spitting out whatever remnants of chocolate where in my mouth but nothing helped. My throat began to clog, it burned. My heart began to race and my hands started to sweat. Ladies and gentleman, Sister Ras and I had our first taste of alcohol ON OUR MISSIONS. Whoopsies. good thing I know all about repentance since I teach it all day ever’ day. Haha.
I was feeling tipsy from the chocolate and we had to hurry and change into clothes before meeting darling Louisa. (Who I hope I have talked about before but if I haven’t, please tell me and I will tell you all about her miracle story!) I grabbed the wrong bag as we ran out the door which meant I was missing my wallet and my ausweis (the thing that tells police officers I’m legal here.) On the train we were asked to show our bus passes, which of course was in my wallet. So we had to get off the bus and I was ticketed. However, I didn’t have my ausweis either so proving my identity was a little difficult. Let’s just say they don’t trust a name tag with Sister Helzer to be proof enough that I am indeed Sister Helzer. It was an all around struggle. If I wasn’t drunk off Tafel chocolate I would’ve been fine! That’s the lesson to be learned.
The next day was Saturday. We joined the youth in walking 11 k from the Temple. We did not get the memo from the Elders that we could wear normal clothes so I walked the 11k in my oxfords. Or at least, what USED to be my oxfords. RIP. On the way, we got transfer calls! Shock of the century, I am being transferred to (drum roll please) open up Schwarzenberg for sisters! I am so excited for this opportunity! Schwarzenberg better get ready for this piece of enthusiasm to come.
I am also sad I have to leave my darling Dresden Divas. I gave my farewell testimony and the little children of the ward came up after to say goodbye. They gave me pictures and candy and awkward handshakes. I took a picture with Lars simply because he is my favorite. We went to his house for an eating appointment one time and I talked with him the whole time. He sang ‘I hope they call me on a mission’ in german when I left and he always wears his little missionary badge. I will name my future baby boy Lars in hopes that he will turn out as adorable as this one.
Lars was also my first baptism! Okay sure, he was turning 8, but I am still counting it as the first baptism I saw on my mission! This Sunday was great because D was baptized! The Zone Leaders found her at bus stop, taught her, and BAM! She got baptized yesterday. She had the biggest smile I have ever seen! Aside from Lars. Don’t even try to compete with Lars!
Well next week I will have an update about opening up Schwarzenberg. Thanks for reading. Over and out,
posted by Splendidly Sar