But I'm getting ahead of myself. I feel like to better know my point of view, I need to take you back to the age of... well, this April. Us Mormons, when we become of age to serve a mission, are given an opportunity, to live and teach of God in an area we truly believe was called of Him, my area was in the Salta, Argentina area. that's way south. everyone is tan, everyone does NOT look like the photo of Mr. squishy above, and for good reason too. My areas climate is comparable to the steam room at your local aquatic center. Except people wear less clothing. Its hot. 45 degrees with a near 100% humidity hot. now if you ever
55 pounds later, i find myself looking like an overcooked baked potato. as you see on the left. Happy aren't I? no. this is a staged photo. after losing that much weight, you must be thinking. oh Gosh, was he on the Jenny Craig diet? Did he get 3rd world tapeworms? No, but close. after leaving my first area in the province of Jujuy, I arrived in Tucuman, a land more suitable for fish than people. I felt like I was swimming half of the time, and the other half I was spending in a bathtub of cold water or laying on the floor in front of my dysfunctional air conditioner. then the fever set in.
The last three months of the mission was a torturous endurance match between the climate and my body. Sadly, my body lost. At just under the three month mark, I began to experience memory loss. my digestive system was powering down, and after several trips to the Argentinian hospital, the results were inconclusive.
Just a side note here, if you are traveling to Argentina, good on you, it's a beautiful place, and if your from Las Vegas, you should be able to handle the heat. but do not go to the hospitals. The hospital I went to had a family of cats living in the courtyard, and at least 50 pigeons in the front entrance. The sanitation laws are not the same.
Anyways, back to the main story, they sent me home. I am now waiting on the Doctors tests to tell me whether I had a bad case of Heat Stroke, or if i still have one of the following diseases: Malaria, Yellow Fever, Tuberculosis, or Hepatitis B.
While you lay on the floor waiting for your life to end in an unfamiliar country 10,265 kilometers away from those you love, you begin thinking about escapes. And in this time I created a world of magic, a fantasy land I could escape to in my hardships. Where I walked hand in hand with my character to the bowels of hell and back, to find my purpose of being in that forsaken desert.
well that about sums it up so far. I'm writing a book, a have some very difficult hardships that I experienced that will help fuel the drama that I will write to life, and I hope that one day, when all is said and done, that others will be able to join with me in my escape from reality.