The Night of Hell and Enjoyment

Saturday night started off with a bang, and not the good kind of bang. I parked at an apartment complex my friend lives at, Devonshire to be exact. I walked in and was there for about ten minutes. We walked out to get a redbox flick to see a boot on my car. We saw the son of perdition leaving, tried to chase him down, and called after the failed attempt. He claimed that he could only make it back in half an hour even though he JUST left. My friend explained that his sister is sick and he was only going in to give a blessing and that we were only in there for ten minutes. Satans follower's response was "that sucks, it's the luck of the draw." He must have not been a member of the church, if so for sure not in good standing with the whole being honest.

When he finally arrived the first words out of his mouth was "how do you want to do this?" Being angry I called him some choice words. His response was, "it's just a job man." I told him to get a new job. I should have told him I molest babies, but get paid to do it so it's okay. haha. I almost forgot that I found a ski mask in my trunk and put it on and told a friend to pretend he was driving the car so I could jump the guy. It's probably a good thing he didn't go along with it, but it would have made the fifty dollars spent worth it. I ended the conversation with the bastard (Jeremy), he wouldn't give me his last name because "of the nature of the 'business'" with "I hope you get in a car wreck and die"

The enjoyment began after I calmed down by watching the Baxter. Such a good movie. We then headed to a "slow dance party" and at first I had second thoughts. We doubled the number of people that were there with our group of 5. We danced amongst ourselves and soon after a bunch of people started showing up, some of them friends I haven't seen in a while. Others very pretty girls. The night was full of hanging out and dancing with the pretty girls that were there. The night was topped off with a frosty with a few good friends. A night that started with anger and thoughts of torturing Jeremy that works for university parking enforcement ended with love mixed with thoughts of torturing Jeremy. If anyone reading this knows a Jeremy that works for said company, I would please you anyway you would like to know (1) his last name, (2) where he lives.

The only thing that came from this was my friend ran into a certain someone that otherwise he would have missed. And I figured out I do have self control with not shooting someone that very well deserved to be shot in the knees.

JONATHAN NAPELA

In 1850, Brigham Young sent ten missionaries to the Hawaiian Islands. Without understanding the language and culture, the missionaries found the work extremely difficult. Eventually they became very discouraged. Five of the ten missionaries decided to go home. The youngest of the remaining Elders, George Q. Cannon, was determined to stay. While kneeling in prayer, he felt impressed to go to Lahaina on the island of Maui. As he walked down one of the streets, two women saw him and ran screaming into the nearby home of Jonathan Napela. They knew the night before Jonathan had a dream that a messenger of God would come to their island and that he was to feed him. Jonathan invited Elder Cannon to stay in his home and share his message. A few days later, Jonathan Napela and his wife, Kitty, were baptized. Brother Napela, the first Hawaiian to receive his endowment, assisted Elder Cannon in translating the Book of Mormon into his native tongue and helped the Church acquire land for the building of chapels.

In 1873, Jonathan’s wife, known as one of the most beautiful women on the island, contracted leprosy. At that time, there was no cure for the dreaded disease. To prevent it from spreading, victims were forced by the government to leave family and friends and move to a leper colony on the northern side of the island of Molokai. Guarded by high cliffs and accessible only by boat, victims were isolated from the rest of the world while they faced a slow, agonizing, and lonely death. They had no medical help and no tools with which to fish, garden, or construct shelters. Meager rations, barely enough to keep them alive, were periodically unloaded by boat offshore. The inhabitants had to wade or swim out to recover the food.

Under Hawaiian law, a husband or wife could divorce a spouse stricken with leprosy. Divorcing Kitty or leaving her to suffer and die alone were unacceptable options for Jonathan. He determined he would stay with her no matter what—even though it meant he would likely be infected with the same malady. When they reached the island, Jonathan immediately began working to improve conditions. He was set apart as Branch President and provided spiritual support to many. Tragically, it was not long before Jonathan was afflicted with leprosy. The disease progressed so quickly that within a year he was almost unrecognizable. In spite of terrible pain, he continued to minister relief to his wife and others until he succumbed to the disease on 6 August 1879. Kitty followed him in death less than two weeks later.