Niagra Falls‏

Zdrastvuitye!

Sweaty week! This week has consisted of a lot of perspiration regarding the weather and stress. In terms of the weather, for some reason, summer has decided to peek it's big ole sunny head through the clouds once again and it has been in the 80s-90s all week long. Literally two weeks ago we were digging through our winter suitcases to find sweaters thick enough to suppress the cold. Now we're sweating to death in our flowiest of dresses due to the temperature. Oh well. Pray for snow in Russia. I'm done with the heat.

So, this week we had Zone Training in my home town, Avrora. Every time I go back there, my heart aches to serve there again. I spent the first 4 and a half months of my mission there and I want to go back there more than anything! Especially since I'll actually be able to communicate with the members now instead of staring at them like a frightened deer fresh from the womb every time someone wanted to talk to me. Anyways... The train station experience on the way to Avrora was ridiculously stressful and resulted in perspiration equivalent to the mists of Niagara Falls. Stressful. When we showed up to the train station, we were informed by the Assistants to the President that ALL of our tickets (Mine, Sister Thomas's, and the Penza Elders' tickets) would print off using just one of our Passport numbers and one Order Code. Yep... Didn't work. It was great at printing off the Elder's tickets, but it didn't do squat for mine or Sister Thomas's tickets. We had to wait around for a while whilst the Assistants sent us our Order Code. Once we finally got it, of course it didn't work. I tried it a few times in the kiosk with no luck. I called over one of the staff members and showed her what was up. She ran to her office in the back for a few minutes and came back with a somewhat official looking piece of paper that had our train information on it. We took the piece of paper and went on our way. After finding the train that we thought was ours, the conductor ushered us on and took us to our coupe. I had a little heart attack when I saw a suit jacket already hanging up inside the door. There was very clearly a man inside. The conductor was like: "Sir, sir, I have some good, nice girls for you. They will be joining you in here." At that point I was freaking out, but she kept insisting that I shouldn't be afraid and that everything would be fine. Upon examining our tickets, we discovered that we were on the wrong train. PHEW! But the stress didn't end there. After we got settled in in the correct train about 20 minutes later, a sweaty conductor-lady busted into our coupe 10 minutes before the train was supposed to leave and told us that we had to run back into the station to print off the actual tickets from our bum piece of paper. I have never run so fast in my entire life. If any of you reading this are preparing to go on a mission, I highly advise that you do not get shoes with Velcro straps. Number one, you are not four years old. Yes, they are convenient, but that's about the only perk. When your shoes get dirty, which is every day, the velcro will come undone every 25 seconds. Number two, you cannot run to your departing train like a majestic gazelle when your shoe straps are flying around threatening to send your shoe skyward from lack of support. Not worth it. We had about 4 minutes to spare by the time we threw ourselves back on the train. Sister Thomas and I slept for 3 hours after that from the stress and exhaustion. Never again will I go through that. Thankfully our train ride home went as smooth as butter, so no unnecessary perspiration was produced.

So anyways, Zone Training was really good. It was a few hours longer than usual, but I'm still not really sure why President wanted us to come in for this training instead of just Skyping in. That's okay though. It was a lot of fun! We were all tense in our chairs the entire time thinking that President was going to present a new rule or make some substantial changes to the mission, but none of that transpired. It was a very peaceful, revelatory training that I'm grateful that we got to experience in person. One of the biggest things that I learned from that training is the importance of making our prayers more meaningful. We are literally coming before the throne of our Heavenly Father when we pray. Every detail down to our posture should be consistent with the sacredness of this gift. I had definitely been taking prayer for granted and I have seen such a major difference in my life by changing my attitude on prayer. Try changing your prayers to make them more meaningful. Tell Heavenly Father how you felt throughout the day, express gratitude more, pray out loud, speak from your heart and don't repeat phrases, pray for other people, or just make your prayers a couple minutes longer. Heavenly Father will notice any sacrifice that you make with your prayers, and he is willing and ready to bless you. Make a little change and you will notice a difference in your life.

This weekend we had a Branch Activity! It was a ton of fun! We had a couple of investigators show up, so Sister Thomas and I got permission to go! Our branch took a sketchy old Russian School Bus into the middle of nowhere and had a picnic. It was great! It took about 45 minutes to get there and Sister Thomas was downright carsick by the time we got there. The scenery was so beautiful in this little slice of nature! We were nestled in a little grove of trees in a Russian forest and there was a little lake a little ways off. We played lots of games, ate some sandwiches, roasted hot dogs and bread (I guess roasting bread over an open fire is a thing in Russia), and then the members swam in the muddy lake. I have never seen so many speedos on grown men in my entire life. Scarred for life. I felt uncomfortable shaking some of their hands on Sunday. As a whole, the activity was really fun and it was a great opportunity to get to know the members a little bit more and have our investigators get to know them too. Our branch is going to be having a Halloween activity soon that the missionaries will have a pretty big part in planning. Should be a blast as well!

My Russian skills were tested once again this week. Sister Thomas's knees have been causing her a lot of pain for the past couple of months, to the point where they get all swollen and she can barely walk sometimes. Clearly that is a problem, so the mission doctor told us to go meet with a Russian doctor to get things figured out. I had a little anxiety attack just thinking about all of the crazy, random words like "swollen", "tendons", "inflammation", "anterior", and "exterior" that I would have to memorize to prepare for this momentous event. I don't think I've ever prayed so hard for the gift of tongues in my entire life. I didn't want to misunderstand something and accidentally agree to have Sister Thomas's legs amputated. I may or may not have learned that word just in case. In the end, everything turned out just fine. Well, sort of. One of the medications he prescribed is an injection... so we'll be calling the mission doctor about that shortly. 

Well, that's all for this week folks! Roast some bread over an open flame and don't ride trains with strangers!

Do Svidanya!

Love,

Sister Megan Wagstaff

Celebrations and Sling Shots

Zdrastvuitye!

This week was an interesting one. Not super eventful, but good nonetheless. The weather has been pretty weird here. It was actually unusually hot this week considering it was in the 50-60 degree range last week. It has been in the 70s-80s for the past few days and I'm not particularly loving it. I want to break out my sweaters for good! I keep hearing from the Russians that it is going to cool down soon. I'm praying for it! 

On Wednesday we will be having Zone Training in Avrora, so tomorrow Sister Thomas and I will load up in a train and head to the home land. We always go into Avrora for Zone Conferences, but usually for Zone Trainings the outlying cities (like Penza) just Skype in to the meeting. The only time President has us come in for Zone Trainings is when something big is about to go down. Should be interesting. I'll keep you posted on that. 

We had a celebration at our church building on Friday to celebrate the church's 120 year birthday in Russia! Yay! All of the branches in Russia celebrated this holiday (or they should have anyways), and it was a lot of fun. The church celebrated by having all of the branches put together a program and hold an open house at their building on that particular night.  We invited literally everyone we knew to come to the open house and invite a friend. Our branch planned on having at least 120 people come to the activity. Unfortunately only about 40 people came to the activity (less people than we usually have at sacrament meeting every week), but about 5 of them were investigators. The people in charge of the activity put together a slide show about the history of the Church in general and in Russia. Pretty cool. Then, all of the quorums and Presidencies talked about what they do and what we're all about. After that, somebody organized for this random opera lady to come and sing at the end of the program. It was really cool to listen to, but none of her songs were religious and most of them were pretty sad. One of the members sitting next to me started flipping nuggets about how none of her songs reflected the spirituality of our church and she tried to rally all of the missionaries together to charge the stage and start singing hymns... yeah, that didn't work. Then she started flipping nuggets again about how there wasn't even an opening prayer or anything, which I agree was pretty strange. Then, the son of one of the guests stood up at the very end of the performance and started puking on the front row... nast. Yeah, they didn't even clean up his mess. During sacrament meeting, I walked by where he was standing and there was dried up vomit in the carpet. Literally so gross. Anyways, since the branch was planning for 120 people to show up, they had plently of watermelon and cookies to fill everyone up to the top before they left. The little kid that threw up walked right in and started shoveling melon and pastries down his throat. Glad I didn't have to deal with the puke that probably came of that. As a whole, the activity wasn't awful, but none of the investigators that came were new ones or ones that we invited from off the street. That was a little disappointing. It's okay though. Somebody will look back at the invitation that we gave them and have a desire to know more about our church.

Apparently there was some sort of Russian holiday on Saturday... the only reason I know that is because there were a million booths set up and a Russian band playing across the street from our apartment. Really loud. Really spectacular. Anyways, of course Sister Thomas and I had to go look at the booths, so we wandered through the tables of Russian doo-dads. There wasn't anything too interesting; just a lot of wood carvings, little toys, jewelry, etc. I made a highly unnecessary purchase... but I do not regret it one bit. We walked past this one booth that had a bunch of butt ugly necklaces hanging on it, but I saw one that looked EXACTLY like the crystal necklace from the Disney movie Atlantis. Yep, bought that. It makes me feel so cool when I wear it. Anyways, Sister Thomas also made a purchase at the event. At a few of the booths, they were selling these little wood carved sling shots and she thought that it would make a good souvineer for her little brother, so she bought it. THEN... she decided to whip out the sling shot during companionship study the next day and pretend to shoot stuff at me. Not thinking that it would actually hit me, she loaded a little post-it note pad into the sling shot and aimed it at my face. Yeah... it hit me. I had a big, swollen welt on the bridge of my nose for a good hour or so. I couldn't even wear my glasses because my nose was so tender. Let's just say she has lost all sling shot privileges.

Welp, that's all for this week folks! Don't sing worldly opera at church and take away any weapons from your housemates!

Do Svidanya!

Love,

Sister Megan Wagstaff

Atypical Treatment‏

WARNING: Not for the eyes of the young and innocent.

Zdrastvuitye!

This week was a very adventurous one to say the least. First of all, we got our transfer calls on Saturday and fortunately Sister Thomas and I will be together for another cycle! Yay! Love that little goober. We were both having little anxiety attacks whilst waiting for our tranfer call, but all is well in Penza. It's going to be another great cycle! Also, Fall has definitely fallen upon Russia. All of the leaves on the trees have started changing colors already and we've resorted to wearing sweaters and even jackets on some days. There was one day this week that was pretty toasty outside, but other than that we've been able to see our breath every night as we're contacting. Baby, it's cold outside.

Let's get on to the story that denotes the warning at the top of this letter. Shew away the young ones now. So, once upon a time Sister Thomas and Sister Wagstaff were walking down a quiet, peaceful sidewalk on the way to some fancy houses at the edge of town. With much excitement in their hearts, they merrily skipped along the cracked, unstable path that laid before them. Upon realizing that the phone was ringing in her bag, Sister Wagstaff took her eyes off the broken sidewalk to answer the call from this beloved child of God. Not seeing just how treacherous the road was in front of her, Sister Wagstaff unknowingly stepped on a wobbley rock and lost her balance. Unable to catch herself, she gracefully crashed into the weeds on the side of the path. After much laughter, reenacting, and dusting off, Sister Wagstaff looked down and noticed a bloody, tender knee that needed to be tended to. After awkwardly poking the bloody mess trying to assess the damage, Sister Thomas and Sister Wagstaff brilliantly concluded that a bandaid would be the wisest remedy. Shortly thereafter ensued much rummaging through their purses and, unfortunately, not a bandaid was found. There was, however, a particular item in Sister Thomas's bag that was specially designed for the absorption of blood. With the blood pool growing on Sister Wagstaff's knee, they had no other option but to bandage up the wound with a pad, complete with the bright-blue protective wrapper. With much humiliation, and a slight limp, they continued on their journey to find the disciples of Christ.

Yeah, my knee is fine, but I got a lot of creeped-out looks from people that drove by us. I ended up ripping the pad off after only having it on for like 10 minutes because it made me, and everyone else, uncomfortable. Good news, Sister Thomas and I did eventually find the fancy neighborhood. Bad news, we couldn't figure out how to get in. Actually, that's a lie. We knew how to get in, but it involved walking about a half a mile down a high traffic road that didn't have any sidewalks. Yeah. Now you understand. We found a path that we thought would lead us into the neighborhood the long way, but we never ended up finding a way in from there. We did, however find some of the prettiest scenery that I've seen in Russia so far. It is going to be even more beautiful in the next week or so when all of the leaves change. There were wooded hills, a little pond, wild flowers, grasses, and hiking trails everywhere. Even the weeds were pretty! It kinda reminded me of the big field in Twilight where the vampires fought each other. So majestic. As we were walking down a weedy path on the way back to the main road, I looked down at my skirt and saw about a dozen thistles stuck to me. I screamed a little bit thinking that they were big old bugs climbing up to eat me, and then I laughed when I realized what they were. Twas a fun adventure.

A few days later, Sister Thomas and I braved the scary road and ended up going back to that neighborhood. The houses were so nice! I didn't get to see the inside of any of them, but a lot of them were nicer on the outside than a lot of nice American homes that I've seen. Money in Russia can take you a long ways! Anyways, whilst Sister Thomas and I were knocking, we came across a house that had about a million growling dogs behind the fence. Not really thinking anything of it, we rang the doorbell on the gate and out came a lady. When she opened the gate, one of her evil little dogs ran up and bit Sister Thomas on the leg. All the lady said was, "Oh, sorry girl." She didn't even end up taking a brochure. If your dog bites somebody, the least you can do is have the courtesy to take a brochure! Thankfully the dog didn't break her skin or anything, he just nipped her leg pretty hard with his front teeth. It left a creepy striped bruise, but nobody got rabies, so that's good. Shortly afterwards during our tracting adventure, Sister Thomas and I met a really nice athiest who surprisingly invited us to come back. He said that he's not usually into "religious stuff", but that we could come back and talk to him about it if we want. Miracle!

Another miracle! Sister Thomas and I go to the same store pretty much every other day to pick up extra food or little things that we need around the apartment, so we see the workers in this store a lot. Usually we just say "hi" and go about our buisness, but for some reason a couple of them initiated conversations with US! It was super cool! A really nice worker started talking to us as if we were really close friends and we were able to share with her who we are and why we're here. As we were leaving the store, the cashier at the register asked us where we were from and why we're in Penza. Another great testifying opportunity! It's really interesting to see the different ways that the Lord softens people's hearts. 

On the flip side of that, Sister Thomas and I have seen a lot of blatant opposition on the streets. People have been more persistent and eager to chew us out for what we're doing. It honestly is so hard to not fight back and make them eat their words, but I just have to keep reminding myself that I'm here as a representative of Christ. He wouldn't speak or think harsh things towards these people because he loves them perfectly. It has been a mission-long and even a life-long battle to dig up even a speck of love for people that are yelling in your face. It is hard, but that's why it's the Lord's work and not ours. Keep moving forward!

Welp, that's all for this week folks! Use bandaids when needed and run away from growling dogs!

Do Svidanya!

Love,

Sister Megan Wagstaff

Series of Unfortunate Events‏

Zdrastvuitye!

This week was one of the strangest and hardest weeks I've had on my mission. I don't even know if I can accurately depict all of the shenanigans that happened. It wasn't an awful week, but I've certainly had better. We did see a lot of miracles, but a majority of the week was, indeed, a series of unfortunate events.

First off, I knew that we were supposed to have exchanges at some point during the week, I just didn't know when or who was going where. I thought that Sister Thomas and I would be going to Samara for the exchange, since that's what was decided when we talked with the Sister Training Leader about a month ago. When we still hadn't heard anything about the exchange by Sunday, I texted Sister Sotnikova, the Sister Training Leader, and asked her what was going down. She informed us that they would be arriving in Penza the following night. Sister Thomas and I started flipping nuggets trying to get the apartment clean and appointments set up in time for their arrival. Stress to the max! Thankfully everything came together alright. Both of the Sisters in that companionship are Russian, so Sister Thomas was a wee bit nervous about that. 

Literally the weirdest exchange of my entire life. I was with Sister Sotnikova for the first day, and everything started off all fine and dandy. We had a solid lesson about the Plan of Salvation with one of the members who believes in reincarnation. No false doctrine was taught from either end, but she still believes in reincarnation. She's getting ready to go to the temple for the first time in about a month, so we have to shut down her crazy ideas real quick-like. The rest of the day was just insane. We didn't have any other lessons planned for the evening, so we had a big old 3-hour block of contacting ahead of us. After walking around for about 30 minutes, we met this super nice lady sitting on a park bench. We parked it next to her and had a really good conversation for a little while. Then, this big old drunk man waddles up to us and starts predicting our future. I don't know why Sister Sotnikova wasn't freaked out by the whole situation, but she just sat there all chill-like while he was lumbering around. The prediction that he gave me was a good one though. I accept it. He said that I will die when I am 92 and 6 months old, everyone will want to be friends with me throughout my life, and in 6 years and 3 months I will be rich. Drunk-man knowledge for you. He stuck around for about 25 more minutes while we were trying to have a spiritual conversation with this lady, and then we finally left. He was harmless, just irritating. He called himself Drunk Buddah or something. Wise and hammered. We contacted for another hour or so after we all parted ways and then we headed home. Guess who we saw as we were walking home?? Mhmm... Drunk Buddah. We gave him a Plan of Salvation brochure and told him that the people at church would be able to help him out if he came to church. He started crying and tried to initiate a group hug that was shut down by us running swiftly away. 

*Pause* Here are a couple more drunk-people experiences that we had this week. Whilst Sister Thomas and I were trying to find the address of a less active, I unknowingly asked for directions from a drunk woman. She ended up being super nice and she was infatuated by the fact that she was talking to two Americans, but she was also pretty touchy. She randomly kissed my arm during the conversation and then kissed my cheek about 6 times as we were saying goodbye to her. Then, as we were coming home after finding the address, there was a drunk man sprawled out on the ground sleeping in front of our apartment building. So graceful. I have never had so many encounters with drunk people in my entire mission and I am not planning on having any more. They are fun to watch from a distance, but emphasis on the "from a distance" part. No more!

The next day wasn't quite as odd, but it wasn't the most fun. I was with the other Russian sister, Sister Mateikina, on Wednesday. We only had one appointment scheduled for the day, which ended up falling through because the lady didn't show up. My head started to hurt pretty bad whilst we were waiting for the lady to come, and we unfortunately had to spend the rest of the night inside because it developed into a migraine. The Russian sisters kept freaking out about my health and they asked me about a million times if they needed to call an ambulance to have the doctors check out my head. After convincing them that I just needed to sleep it off, they peacefully left and let me sleep. 

The following day wasn't any less strange. Apparently there was a Missionary Leadership Council scheduled for that morning, and since Sister Sotnikova is a Sister Training Leader, she had to be there. We all had to wake up super early in the morning to be ready and at the church in time to Skype in. They informed me, very last minute, that I would have to translate everything from English to Russian for Sister Sotnikova since no one else would be around to do it for her. Fun surprise! It was definitely a humbling experience to discover that my Russian wasn't as good as I had previously thought. It wasn't awful, but it certainly wasn't a great translating job. It certainly gave me some motivation to work harder on my Russian. 

Speaking of needing to work harder on my Russian, here's another experience where the Lord humbled me for thinking my Russian was sufficient. The following evening, somebody called the phone to our apartment from the pager outside, which we always ignore since it's usually just someone wanting us to open the building door for them. We went about our business and a couple of minutes later we heard a knock at our door. I thought it was going to be a salesman or something, but upon looking through the peep-hole, it was a police man! Not knowing if we should just ignore it or open the door, Sister Thomas and I stood there in shock for a good minute or so. Not wanting to get thrown in Russian prison for not opening the door when we were home, I pulled myself together and opened the door. He started talking super fast and I could only pick out a few words that I understood. I stepped out of the way so that he could come in and he asked to see our Registration. We showed him our information, chatted for a bit, and then he left. He was actually super nice, but I literally have no idea why he stopped by wanting to see our Registration. I freaked out at the fact that I had just given our information to a police man without knowing the reason why, so I called the lady in charge of our legal stuff from our branch. I explained what happened and she just laughed and told us not to worry about it. She said that sometimes they just stop by to make sure that there aren't any illegal residents living in an apartment. I'm still a little worried about it, but no one got thrown in prison, so that's good I suppose.

*Sigh* Despite all of the insanity that ensued this week, Sister Thomas and I did see some miracles! During and after exchanges with the Sisters, we gave out a total of 22 Books of Mormon over the course of the week. HUGE miracle! That would normally take us at least a month to accomplish. Amazing! Then, on Sunday, one of the members in our branch invited someone to come to church with him, and she came! He is a bus driver and he became friends with this particular passenger a few days ago. He gave her a Book of Mormon, invited her to church, and now we have a meeting set up with her for Saturday! Member missionary work is so important! The Lord is blessing this area through the members.

Also, guess who FINALLY has hot water, as of this morning? This companionship does! I thought we were going to have hot water a tad bit earlier than this morning because our sink was doing creepy things that usually mean the water is coming back on. First of all the sink gargled every time we turned the water to hot, and second, the water that came out of the faucet was straight up brown. Don't brush your teeth with that water. Nope. Sister Thomas knocked on the bathroom door while I was getting ready this morning and said, "I recommend that you wash your hands with the hot water that will come out of the sink now." Did we freak out? Yes. Miracle!

Welp, that's all for this week folks. Wash your hands with warm water and don't talk to Drunk Buddahs.

Here's a picture of some grafitti in Penza. "Я скучаю" means I miss you. 

Do Svidanya!

Love,

Sister Megan Wagstaff

Bread and A Mosquito Biography‏

Zdrastvuitye!

This week consisted of a lot of walking, contacting, walking, calling people, and walking. For some reason the Lord decided that this week needed to be a "finding" week full of walking and hiking around, or he just thought that we were eating too much bread or something. There were a couple of days last week that were pretty toasty (up in the 80s), but as a whole, this week has been pretty cold. Yesterday it was really windy and cold and today it is rainy, windy, and cold. Sweater weather! My favorite! I'm getting a little sick of the body odor-scented buses, so hopefully this weather is Fall peaking it's head into the door. 

Since this week was a big "finding" week, Sister Thomas and I prayed to be able to find people that the Lord had prepared to be taught the gospel. Unfortunately we didn't see any immediate miracles on the street, but we did see a miracle at church on Sunday. A random lady showed up to church that only a handful of members seemed to know. None of the missionaries had any idea who the woman was, but after talking with her we found out that she is a member. Apparently she is a recent convert that no one has been able to get a hold of for almost a year and she just felt like she needed to come to church that particular Sunday. We got a lesson set up with her for this week and we're excited to see if we can help her get back into activity!

I took Sister Thomas on her first knocking adventure and it was a fun time. Unfortunately we decided to do it right in the middle of the day, so hardly anyone was home. Also, the people that were home didn't want to talk to us. It could have been worse, I suppose.

I got pretty homesick for homemade bread this week, so I decided to make some homemade rolls. Let me tell you... they turned out real good. Even the ants were pouring out of our walls to get a nibble of them (not a joke). I ate about 3 rolls immediately after we pulled them out of our gimpy toaster oven (oh yeah, we don't have a real oven in this apartment) and then I ate at least 2 more of them before bed. I wanted to share the love with our District, so I brought some to District meeting and the tuperware container emptied out in about 35 seconds. They were really good. Needless to say, I will be making them again.

Sister Thomas and I had an unnecessary encounter with drunk a drunk dude. Before you start freaking out, just rest assured that nothing bad happened. It did, however result in a very journal-worthy experience. Everything started out innocently, I promise; we met this nice lady standing at a bus stop and we gave her a brochure about the Restoration. After hearing our accents, she asked us where we were from and called over her extremely drunk friend who was sitting over in the distance to come talk to us Americans. I tried to push Sister Thomas down the sidewalk to get away, but I waited a second too long and he stumbled over to us before we could break away. He leaned over to Sister Thomas, immediately grabbed her arm, and planted a big, open-mouthed kiss on the top of her hand. It was sucker-fish-sucking-on-the-glass status. His lips left a gray outline on her hand. Repulsive. Yeah, we bolted as quickly as we could out of that situation. Literally bolted... like, we were full-on running home.Yikes.

So, once upon a time, it was super hot in our apartment and we decided to open a window for a short time. As night fell upon the Penza area, a single mosquito had the nerve to squeeze it's vampire butt through the window and wreak havoc amongst the inhabitants of the apartment. Not knowing of the mosquitoes presence before the sweet sisters retired to bed, they arose the next morning with much evidence upon their appendages of the mosquitoes occupancy in their home. With a fiery vengance burning in their hearts, the sisters embarked on a quest of extermination. The following day wrought no success. Paranoia was rampant amongst the sisters and they did douse themselves with much bug spray before retiring to bed. Revenge was attained the following morning as the mosquito took refuge in the bathroom. I shall not go in to the gorey details that ensued with the mosquitoes death, but it suficeth me to say that it will no longer disturb the sweet sisters. The end.

Also, we're still out of hot water, so that's always fun. It's been over a month now. Sister Thomas is starting to think that our apartment has never had hot water ever. It's okay though, we will survive!

Welp, that's all for this week folks! Make some homemade rolls and run away from intoxicated persons!

Do Svidanya!

Love,

Sister Megan Wagstaff