Reality is setting in

Hey y'all,

       I was/am far from ready for this. I'm trying to have a positive out look on this but......ya. I've been able to meet a few wonderful people but for the most part, everyone out here is all, "I've already accepted the lord Jesus as my savior." and slams the door. or, we have a lesson on the restoration and explain how the priesthood is essential to baptism and the church. then when we challenge them to baptism, "I've already been baptized." "do you believe it was with the priesthood authority of god?" "yes." we just told her that all the other churches have partial truths, but not the full priesthood. lead a horse to water but cant make it drink.

   I'm also having a hard time learning my way around. back in Utah, all the streets have numbers. out here it's Enon springs road and old Nashville highway, Sam Ridley road, so on so forth.
   Happy fathers day to all the fathers out there. what'd you guys do to celebrate?
   So, I got a little sip of home this past week. in Smyrna, there is a airport of to the north. it used to be an old army base. but anyway, i got out here just in time for the Smyrna airshow. they had the blue angels from the navy come and perform all sorts of loud stunts. we three, yes three I'll get to that in a little bit, elders where driving from church on Sunday and the blue angels were out flying for the show and they flew right over our car. if timed right we probably could've thrown a baseball at them and hit them. then when we got home, we knocked out our neighbor/investigators door and started talking with her and all of a sudden the whole place was shaking there was a loud WWWHAAAAAAAAAAAA we couldn't see what was going on cause we were inside, but it sounded like a cargo plane, so throwing a guess in the wind, i said, "sounds like a C-130" later we found out it was Fat Albert. the blue angels C-130. really wish i could've seen that. oh well.

   In the last letter, i gave a brief report on my compianion, elder Allen. Elder Allen is an 18 year old missionary from west jordan, who looks a little like a younger non smoking Christopher walken. he's 6' 5" and thin as a twig. he's kinda hard to work with cause without telling me what we're doing just throws me right on into head on traffic of conversation.

   now, the "third" companion. his name is elder shaver. he's a "service missionary who basically comes with us on the weekends. he has a small mental disability and he's diabetic. so he usually comes to our apartment on Saturday boils 5 hotdogs and comes with us on lessons and tracting. he basically only eats hot dogs. not sure why. he's from Smyrna so everyone knows him as Cody shaver. and naturally being from Smyrna Tennessee, has one of the thickest accents I've ever seen. i can barely understand him sometimes. and he doesn't call them cars and trucks, they are ve-hicles. just another challenge for my mission.

   I'm really starting to get home sick. i keep thinki9ng of things that make me think, "hahaha Merissa or Rachel would love that." or "i wonder if Hayden's heard of ___" or, "how does dad fix this?" but then of course i realize that all those people are miles away. didn't really help that last night I had a dream with all my friends at our park having another party.

            well, that's about all.

                        -Elder Cory Felix.

Hey Dad,

     when the planes flew over yesterday, i couldn't stop thinking of the airshows back home and all that you taught me and told me about the different planes. I've also been fixing different things in our apartment. all of which you taught me how to do. so thank you.

   to answer your question, i look like i jumped in a pool at the end of the day from all that I've sweat. not a fan of the humidity. but oh well.

                                                     -Elder Cory Felix.