That's what I've heard people refer to as the day before Christmas Eve. You know ... Adam came before Eve ... whatever. Two days until Christmas.
The work hasn't been picking up like we would have liked, but our companionship unity is improving. Being in a trio is tough, but we only have it for two more weeks until Elder West arrives. I'm hoping it continues to grow.
Still no snow, and while temperature took a dive during the weekend, it's back up to mild once more. One of our members told us the weatherman said that Santa was gonna wear shorts this Christmas. This just means that we're gonna get slammed with heavy snow and cold come the new year, for all I know. No white Christmases in NY for me. :(
On another note, the Bronx is the bomb -- literally. Last week as we were walking the South Bronx, we heard a loud, intense bang just a couple of blocks away from where we were. It sounded like a construction vehicle going over a sheet of metal, except twenty times more intense. The air moved around us. We didn't see any fire or destruction from where we were, and we decided it best to walk the opposite direction. Within minutes all manner of emergency vehicles were in the area of the blast. Never found out exactly what happened, but that was just another testimony to me of how sketchy the Bronx is.
Ryan and his companions at the mission Christmas party last week
Love all y'all,
Elder Ryan Turner
New York New York North Mission
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