Mark has a bad habit of introducing new missionaries to very hot sauce when they first come to our home for dinner. One of the best (or I should say saddest....) responses was Elder Arnell. He tried so hard to keep his cool, but tears were running down his face. He kept telling us he was alright, but at the same time holding an ice cube on his burning lips and tongue. I warn them not to taste it, but somehow most want a new adventure. Last Sunday, Elder Arnell was over again, with his new companion. The hot sauce came out of the refrigerator, and Elder Arnell was up for one more torture session before going home. Here is a small video clip. We love you Elder Arnell!
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