THE BLACK MOLD MIRACLE

It is cold here and Gary needs a sweater.   We shopped and shopped but we surprisingly found out that Gary is too big.   We walk to a place that sells used clothing.  Gary asks for a sweater and the guy starts laughing!!   I assume we are known here as the giant white people.  We were driving several blocks from our house and stopped to talk to the men in the water bottle truck.  We asked them if they would deliver and begin trying to tell them where are house is.  But, of course they knew. ( there are no addresses here).   We are going to call for take out pizza and just say, bring it to the house of the white giants.

Gary has parasites again.   We had to take in a sample to get tested.  Gary didn't think he had them again.  Kathy did and she won the bet.  So, Gary brought two samples in.  The real one in a little bag.  And, another fake black bag with three, one pound bags of beans in it.  (See picture)  We entered the lab, told them we needed a lab test for parasites.  The lady asked for a sample, and, Gary brought out the fake bag!!  After an aukward pause of silence, we thought the lady was going to pass out, we brought out the real one, and, we had a great big laugh!

A few days ago, we got a call from a missionary.  He said that his companion had passed out from excruciating chest pain.  They gave him a blessing and he woke up, but, with terrible pain and he could hardly breath.  We all thought "heart attack"!   They got him to the hospital and the doctor did all kinds of tests, and they came back normal!!    He did not have a heart attack and the doctor had no idea what was wrong.  Well, he got better.  So, after a night in the hospital, we took him home.  After a few hours the pain came back worse than ever.  Back to the hospital, more tests, every thing was normal but he was in horrible pain.  It was unbearable to watch him go through this.  We said a very fervent prayer that The Lord would show us what was wrong so that we could help him.  After a few hours he got better again.   An elder that was with us said "he gets better in the hospital and worse at home.  When we took him home, his room smelled musty like mold".  We told the elder that if mold was the cause we would buy him dinner (he loves to eat).   We researched black mold on the Internet and found that the symptoms were exactly as our sick missionary had.  In fact, black mold is very dangerous (it emits spores into the air).  We have to say again that prayers are answered!  However, the answer may come by means you may not expect.