Little Toe, Big Ouch

The weekend was great, and I needed it. The bed I sleep on was bought by the school for the family that hosts me, and it's about as cheap as a bed can get. I can feel the wooden beams straight through the mattress, and ever since one of them broke I haven't had on good night of sleep. On weekends I like to go to the head teachers apartment and take a nap on her couch. It helps me catch back up.
Friday evening after teaching we had our movie night as planned. I thought that if I would vote for shows the girls might like then I could have a better chance of not sleeping through anything too sappy, and we actually ended up turning on both the movies I recommended, for a while at least. First we "The Princess Bride", and then we started "the Scarlet Pimpernel". I had the support of the Black family on both of those choices as well. Most of the girls started chatting before we turned on the second film, however, and after ten minutes decided that they'd better turn on a cartoon since they'd lost focus almost completely, and we ended up watching "the Incredibles".
Saturday was my day to relax. The head teacher said she'd call in th morning if there were any plans, so I stayed home and waited and just laid in bed. When the morning was mostly over I decided that I'd call her instead. We ended up getting a group together and heading to the Chernobyl museum. It's one of the most interesting museums I've been to. I got a headache that made me wonder if all the objects have been thouroughly decontaminated. The entrance of the museum is decorated with the signs of all the cities and towns that became uninhabitable due to the accident. Then there is a large collection of objects recovered from the site or used to control the fire. After that there is a collection of modern art that relates to the disaster. It's a pretty impressive display. Some things that stood out to me were a couple of prayer books and a biography of the saints with an icon, all taken from the site. I believe anyone who strives to obey the Lord is a saint, and I believe prayers should be our own words from our hearts, but I also can appreciate written prayers as inspirational poetry. I also don't agree with the use of icons in prayer, but can admire them as paintings. What really made the display have meaning, in my opinion, was realizing that at the time of the Chernobyl disaster it was illegal to own religious materials. No matter what the opposition, honest people will always strive towards that God who created them. It is part of our nature that He put in us.
Another display that caught my eye was a plaque from firefighters in the United States presented in honor of the firefighters who died shortly after the accident from exposure to so much radiation. They called them brothers, which is a very meaningful term, especially considering how much the United States and Soviet Union mistrusted eachother.
On our way back home we stumbled onto a chocolate fair hosted by Milka. Could you get any more lucky?
After getting back to the apartment I took my nap, we watched a movie, and I went home around midnight. Before I fell asleep my host-mom came into the room and asked if I could look at her computer the next day and solve a problem she was having with it. It was only typing in English and not Russian. I said I'd try in the evening, but wasn't sure exactly what the problem might be. She said it was alright if I couldn't fix it. She would just have to buy a new one on credit. After she closed the door my host brother told me to pretend to try to fix it and leave it broken so he could have a new computer to play with. I know that his family is in a difficult financial situation, and was completely intent on doing everything I could to save them from another burden. So, the next evening when I got home I took a look at the computer and with a little luck resolved the problem. My host-brother hasn't even looked at me since then. He even insisted on sleeping in the other room. His parents were grateful, though, and I'm sure he'll get over it.
I went to church Sunday morning. We have a very friendly branch here. After the meetings we had a little potluck and I got to have a rare and much appreciated American meal. Most of the branch members work for the U.S. embassy, and are provided with more American supplies than I can ever find.
After we'd all had our fill I took eight of my ten to go find the site where our church will soon build a temple. Surprisingly, I took us straight to it. It is a lot right next to a new stake center, which was dedicated yesterday by Elder Holland, who is still in town. The girls couldn't resist laying out on the beautiful green grass of the stake center. We sang hymns for a while and then went inside to look around. It looks just like the American equivalent on the outside and the inside, and feels the same, too. I think it made everyone a little homesick.
So, the new week has started. After this one ends we'll have a week-long break and then four weeks to go before heading home. It sure has gone by fast.
One thing I could mention before posting this is my big toe on my right foot. I lost the nail in a motorcycle accident last summer, and it finally grew back after I came to Kiev. The only problem is that some skin grew in the way first, and the two came together to make a very painful ingrown. It has been bothering me for months, but I'm afraid of what a Ukranian doctor might do, so I keep trying to take care of it myself until I get home. It's been getting better, but today I had some bad luck with it. I was walking from the dry-cleaner to my school when I banged it pretty hard on a piece of rebar hooking up from the ground. I could feel it bleeding after that. Then on my way home from school in the evening I took a detour through an incredible park by my house. After a delightful walk I came out the other end and saw a big granite block lying in the road. It wasn't positioned in a way to block traffic, so I assumed it wasn't put there intentionally, but it still seemed like it might be a danger to cars coming around the corner. I decided a good outlet of my excess energy would be to roll it out of the way. I started rolling it, but the block was long and rectangular, and when I got it up on the corner the right side slid over and came right down on my toe. I shoved it of pretty fast and walked away with a limp. This time I could feel the blood soaking my sock. My foot and calf cramped from the pain, and when I got home I went to bed early. I'd say it was the fifth most painful thing I've ever felt. But, I can only blame myself.

How did I get here?

I decided to make this blog because my older brother advised me to. I want to run a small business on the internet someday and he recommended that I start with a blog. I also need some way of keeping everyone posted on what's going on that is more efficient that personal e-mails and less intrusive than mass e-mails. This seems great to me because if anyone really wants to know what's happening they can come and check.

I'll tell a little about myself in case anyone I don't know reads this. I'm from Springville, Utah, a small, quiet, conservative city in a quiet, conservative state. My views on politics are simple: do what's right. How do we know what's right? Well, that's only as complicated as people have made it. Deep down everyone knows what's right but many convince themselves otherwise for various reasons or are convinced otherwise from childhood. If that is too vague then let me address some current issues. First, peace has a price and good men must pay it. If no one is willing then the good but cowardly majority will be enslaved by the greedy and selfish minority. It has been shown through history. Second, I had a loving mother and father, and I never regretted it. I think all kids should have the same.

That's enough for politics. As for religion, I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I served two years as a full time missionary for my church in Russia, and I've never grown so much. I now speak Russian with adequate fluency, and have a good knowledge of the Holy Bible and Book of Mormon, both of which I still read daily and believe. One thing I want to mention about the Russian language is that it generally has no " 's" to show possession. In other words, you can't say "the dog's bone", instead you say "the bone of the dog". I bring that up to relate it to the name of my church. We are often referred to as "mormons", but as I said earlier, the official name is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. In Russian that is the exact same as saying Jesus Christ's Church of the Saints of the Latter Days. That alone displays our faith in Christ and our Christianity. If anyone wonders what the Latter-Day Saints means, it is added to distinguish Christs church in modern times from the one in ancient times.

So, I've introduced myself and covered some of my political and religious views. Now I'll tell some news and publish this. I've been in Ukraine for the last three months as a volunteer teaching English to young children. I will be here until the beginning of June, when I will hopefully leave to tour Russia and visit some friends there. I will return to American in the middle of June. I came to Kiev, Ukraine through International Language Programs (ILP). So far it has been a great experience.

I'm here with a group of ten other young students, all of whom happen to be female. Sometimes I do wish I had another guy to hang out with, but I'm used to spending a lot of time with girls because I have six sisters. I see the girls here as my sisters, too. There is a rule in ILP against romantic relationships, since those tend to bring nothing but drama and trouble to any group. That isn't to difficult for me, since I only know how to treat sisters, and haven't had any serious dating experience yet.

There are some riots going on downtown that I'm sure any American who watches the news knows more about than I do. The president dissolved parliament for not supporting him and they are trying to gather a political block to veto the presidents power or something like that. It is a lot like the orange revolution in 2004 only without any real spirit. There are crowds gathered waving their colors, but it's more like a party than a revolution.

So, today is Friday and I'm ready for a weekend. The girls and I are going to have a movie night with a friend who works for the embassy and is also a member of our church. He is also the teacher of the Institute of Religion in English. He stands out to me as a good role model, and I'd like to have a life similar to his in the future. I'm sure we'll end up watching some cheesy chick-flick, but at least I'll enjoy the pizza and the company.

As for why I came to Kiev in the first place, its something a cynic would mock. There are a lot of reasons, but none of them really matter but one. Sometimes in life you have moments of calm and clarity, where you know what choice to make and there is peace in your heart instead of doubt and uncertainty. That is the feeling that the Holy Ghost gives us if we are worthy and seek his help. That is why I came here, because, even though I don't know exactly what good it will do me or anyone else, I know that it is something good, and that it will be for the best.

I'll try to be more consistant with this journal than I have been with past ones. Typing is easier than writing, and I find that knowing someone might read this helps me right about things that are really important to me, instead of just venting passing emotions and later being embarrassed by what I've written.

We form our lives and our world. Nothing can affect our happiness unless we allow it to. One thing I am trying to always keep in mind is that I have the power to choose the right in spite of all opposition. That is the inheritance of a child of God. Life flys by so quickly. One minute I'm a child, the next I'm in Russia preaching the gospel, then I'm working night shifts at home, then I'm in Kiev teaching English. I don't know how I got here, but I know that the Lord has carried me, especially when I was weary.

So, 'til next time.