SECOND letter from trace!!!

First off, happy birthday dad. You've almost lived half a century. That's old. I am here til next wednesday, just a heads up.

We went out finding last friday and it was terrifying. We hopped on a train with 27 of us and a few teachers from the MTC with a bunch of pass along cards and books of mormon. We got off at the picadilly station in the heart of manchester. There were thousands upon thousands of people and they called it the "talking to everyone activity." Me and my companion spent the first twenty minutes getting over our nerves and then the fun began. We went from person to person for about an hour just talking to them about religion, god, prophets and whatever else we saw fit. We handed out a few pass along cards invited a few people to do things like pray to know if there was a god and then hop on mormon.org! We were having trouble trying to get people to let us take enough time to teach them a lesson but then we went on splits with a couple of the mtc teachers. I went with brother perry. He just got home from the manchester mission and you could tell. He was running between people, stopping people on their bikes and trying to talk to people already on their cell phones. it made me uncomfortable to be honest, but he knew what it was all about. He definitely talked to everyone. We were able to talk to a man named migisna from somalia (who was on his phone at first). He agreed to sit down for a minute and let us teach him. He is a student at manchester university and barely spoke english. We taught him the entire first lesson from preach my gospel but he had a little bit of a hard time understanding all of it. We were able to leave him with an english book of mormon (which he can't read) and he agreed to have the missionaries come by to speak to him. He also agreed to try to attend church on sunday. It was a pretty incredible experience and just what i needed to be motivated to work hard. It was great to see how the lord prepares people for the missionaries. We go out knocking doors on friday.

The sun came out for the first time today. We were able to go out on the field today. I scored a goal or two and showed those europeans how to play a little football. It's funny how different our cultures are. They honestly think that american football is the gayest sport in the world and every single one of them is good at soccer. It was good to see the sun today and go outside for a little. We were supposed to on a church history tour to preston but there were so many accidents on the motorway that it wouldn't have been worth it. So we spent the day playing sports and getting a free haircut from the hairdresser that they have come around.

My watch broke this week. tell joe that nixon watches have given us nothing but trouble. the second hand is broken on it but the hours and minutes still work. if you feel like sending me a new one, time teller black with the tan face, that would be cool. but don't worry about it, i'll just buy a blinged out fake rolex from my companion.

Dad, my favorite scriptures are as follows, i had a hard time picking one:

St. Matthew 10: 16-20

St. John 14:27

St. Mark 14:38

Enos 1: 27 (this one sounds like i'm dying though)

Anyways. how's joshes football team doing? who won america's got talent? Did the pats win the s-bowl yet?

These are just a few grueling questions that have been weighing heavy on my mind.

I love ya'll keep it real

Trace