Missionary Monday: Alessandria

Sabato, 1 Febbraio 1997
It was another roller coaster day. This morning the mail had come early. I got a letter from Aunt Terry. It was so nice of her to reply to my letter. She told me about Ryan -- wow, I can never complain -- they don't have showers! We went to the church and met the Anziani then to do mostra. At one point the Anziani left to walk around the market. Right after they were gone a man came up to me and in English, broken English, started yelling at me telling me to "Go Away!" and go back where I came from and he kept saying "You understand. Go away." He was really yelling in my face and then he started cussing at me. I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. I started backing up and said no and my comp tried to tell him something and then finally he just walked away by himself. Right after that I started crying. That's the first time I've been cussed at in my life. I only cried a little bit, out of shock. What amazed me was all the people, there weren't a lot, but enough that watched him yell and made no effort to stop him. He obviously was not all there and still no one attempted to help. I feel bad for people who do things like that to us, or that laugh [at us]. They just don't understand who they are yelling at or laughing at. We represent the Savior, maybe someday they'll realize and understand.