My spanish is getting better. I've realized that I shouldn't worry about mistakes. Because as I worry about that, I speak less. And the less I speak, the less opportunites I have to improve. Well the work here is going good. We should be having a baptism on Monday, and then another one on the 24th. Which is after the transfer, so it might not count for us if we change places, but it's another soul helped. I had a few good experiences this past week. The first one was with some older members of the church. We went over to their house because we didn't have a dinner for that night, and Elder Gudino said he knew some Samoans who would have some food. So we went over to their house to see if we could just make some sandwichs or if they had any left over food. But she said that she didn't cook any food that day, so we asked if we could just make peanut butter and jelly sandwichs. But she wouldn't let us make sandwichs because she said "it's not good enough for you." Everytime we tried she just kept saying that. It made me start thinking about how I need to live up to that respect that she has for us, and that other members have for us. It's not really for myself why I should do the best I can, but so that I can be worthy of the members. The good members at least. It's tough in Utah. We'll be talking to people about the church and then they'll tell us "I work with someone that's a member..." or "I know some members..." and then they go on to tell us about some members that aren't doing what they're supposed to. There's a lot of problems with that here in Utah... It makes the work a little tougher. Everybody notices everything we do as members of the Church so we need to always be a good example. On another note, we were talking to the Samoan family and they were talking about all the help and donations have been received to send to Samoa, Tonga, and the Phillipines. It's good to know that people are still living their religion and helping others in this tough time. Not only in the Islands, but with the economy here too. Then the other day we were walking on the street to an appointment and we saw somebody walking towards us. He wasn't really walking straight. So we figured he was drunk. And we decided to try to talk to him anyways, if he wasn't too drunk. So as we got closer we started talking to him. As we talked to him we found out he was homeless, and by looking at his lips it looked like he was on crack. He had white stuff on his lips. But I started talking and testifying to him. I talked about how he is a son of God, and that he really does care about him. As I was talking he began to cry and say "I can't be forgiven" and "Jesus can't help me now." So I started talking about the Atonement. We gave him our number, and a copy of the Book of Mormon. We haven't seen him since. But hopefully he'll read it and know these things are true and change his life. Well I think that's about all that is really new. At least that I can think of. I've been thinking a lot about how I was before the mission lately though. And I'm ashamed of how I was. I was so selfish, and thought about my self most of the time. And I know that I probably still am, and I have a long way to go until I can be where I want to be. But I'm changing and trying to get away from what I was before the mission.The experiences I've had so far on the mission have helped me realize these things. And I hope I can learn to focus less on myself and more on others. Well I think that's about all for now.