Meet my little brother Pietr. For those who didn't know, he's about one year into his two-year
mission for our
church in Taipei, Taiwan. I opened my e-mail this morning and my day was made. This is what I read--my brother in a nutshell:

"ShinLin (my new area) is awesome. It is a piece of TaiBei City bordered by a large mountain range and national park... My new companion... shares my passion for hard work and hard exercise. We are preparing for a 15-mile run through a bunch of rice paddies week after next. It'll be awesome.
I stopped a guy named Lee who walked past me in the night market and asked him if he spoke English (he wore a Green Day shirt.) We started talking for a while and he asked, "So who are you?" "I'm a missionary." "Cool, cool" he said. "So, aren't you gonna share some kinda message with me or something?" Hahahaha. "Uh... yes, yes I am"I said sheepishly...
He became a really awesome investigator who up until I contacted him believed this earth had a creator, but knew nothing else. He believed in the
First Vision and the
Book of Mormon, and wanted to be baptized the second time we met with him. When I ask him "How's reading the Book of Mormon going?" he said, "I think I've received revelation." Hahaha, awesome guy.
We also started teaching a Christian lady who is a very devout member of another church. I was worried she would have trouble to make the switch; many members of other churches need a very strong testimony/a lot of faith in order to forsake social ties and opposition to join the
church. After I testified of
modern prophets and the twelve apostles, I asked her if she believed it. She began to explain a dream she had in which she learned that there would be twelve apostles on the earth again, and she believed all we said.
An investigator from my last area finally got over smoking. He said a kneeling prayer with my old companion that he could have more desire to quit. Then he said later he went outside and started to smoke. About a quarter of the way through the cig he realized/said to himself, "Aww, cigarettes really stink." And he threw is away and has never wanted to smoke since!
Back in my last area I got into a pretty bad head-on collision with a motorcyclist. If you've seen Mission Impossible 2, it was just like when Tom Cruise and the other guy's 2 motorcycles collide
and they hit each other in mid-air, except I was on a bike. I mid-air body slammed him and we both landed about eight feet behind his bike. He was unscathed, I got a pretty good cut on my chin and a few other minor abrasions. I went home and took my Rambo knife apart (sewing kit/fire-starting kit/fishing kit--all in the handle :) and attempted to sew my face shut--didn't really work--the needle wasn't that sharp. So I just sterilized it and taped my chin shut with some good tape and help my head down for about a week and a half to keep it from coming open. In lessons people were like, "Hey, is he ok?" and my comp just said "Yeah, he just got into a little wreck."
Well, I've had more adventures here, but my time's up...
...Elder Pete"

I
love this guy!