Things got pretty bad on the weekend and earlier this week. I had been angry ever since I got to Tacloban, and it got worse. I was pissed off at everyone, especially Marciano. The Spirit left me, and the desire to work left with it. After district meeting, I was especially angry, so I went to bed. I didn't sleep, I just laid there for a few hours. Around 5:00, Elder Marciano told me that Elder Fautimau was on the phone. I mentioned my problem to him, and he set up an interview with President Dela Vega right away. So Marciano and I went to the mission home. He spoke with me one-on-one, discussing my problems. He shared scriptures with me about the patience, endurance (I had requested a transfer), and the evils of anger. In a loving way, he made me feel like scum. Last week, I wrote a white report, and in my letter I included what I called "Elder MacKenzie's List of Hate." It was a list of things that bothered me. He said that when he read it, he pictured the devil trying hard to destroy me. That did me in. I couldn't look him in the eyes any more. I was overcome with guilt and remorse. I covered my face with my hand and broke down to tears. President sat silently while I cried, waiting for me to get control of myself. Once I got my composure back, I said, "I needed that." It was true. I needed him to help realize what I was doing. I needed to cry. It changed me. I've been renewed. I'm not quick to anger anymore. Marciano and I are getting along. I love it.
My package that I thought had been stolen in the mail finally got here yesterday. It had five greatly needed white shirts, some toiletries, and a lot of chocolate. It took three months to get here. I wonder what the problem was.
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