This past week has been crazy. We found out Elder Domingo does not have any of his immunizations and vaccines. Normally, the church doesn't let anyone serve a mission until the shots are done. Somehow, Elder Domingo made it past. We've wasted so much time this week trying to set up appointments with doctors and visiting different clinics. It's hard because he's not a citizen of America. He also doesn't know what a lot of ASL means. He's still learning. Today, we finally have it all sorted out. He got 3 shots on one arm and 2 in the other. Now he can't raise his arms. He's too sore. It's so funny to watch him sign.
Today is my last day here in Fremont. Tomorrow I'll find out where I'm moving to. This past saturday, I found out that I was being transferred. It was really sad to say goodbye to the ward members in Central Park. It was even sadder to say goodbye to the deaf members in the Fremont ASL Branch. I don't know where I'm going, when I get there, I'll send you an email with my new address. It feels like Fremont is my home now. I have the same feeling I did when I left Utah to come to San Jose. I'm leaving my home.
My friend, Jordan Lesser, just has 18 weeks left on his mission. Wow! He's going to be home pretty soon. Wesley said he had 3 months or so left. I think for me, about 4 months. Or 5 months. Time is so fast.
Love, Elder Giles.