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Elder Eli in Tutla Gutierrez, Mexico

From the desk of the mama

 "Sometimes I get the opportunity to be on the computer the same time Elder Eli is and he happens to email me and it's about as close to instant messaging as I can possibly get. So, yesterday, he sends me an email titled, "This is it"

The email was brief. It said, "Mom, you on? I need to talk to you."

I just so happened to not be anywhere near my computer...I wasn't even home but one of Eli's brother's was on the computer and saw the message come through. He instantly called me to let me know that Eli was on and what he had said.

I was 10 minutes away from the house and my brain went into Mommy Panic Mode. I imagined every scenario about why my son would need to talk...was he too homesick? Was being in Mexico just too difficult? Was he sick? Needing money? What could he "need" to talk to me about?

Ten minutes of pure Mommy torture passed and I arrived home to find this message waiting for me:"Well, see here's the problem...I have been thinking about this for a while now, every night before I go to bed and every morning when I get up. It´s been hurting me. And last night I just decided it was time. I had had enough. I really didn´t see the point any more. I was just done, so I decided today was my last day. I was not going to do this anymore. I didn't want any more of this. I can not do this for two years. So, while I was at the store I bought a pillow. Finally. It really has been hurting my neck to sleep on towels and shirts. I think this will work much better. :)"

Elder Eli must think he's hilarious. Even 2000 miles away he seems to take pleasure in trying to give his mom a heartache. Gotta love the boy!"