Storms and a bike wreck...

Dear Family,
This has been such an amazing week. We had a crazy rainstorm from the tornado. I really like the storms, fun to watch. It hit in the Fort Worth Mission so I don't get to help clean up. Dang it, I want to be part of a tornado so bad just so I can put on my work clothes and go do service. But that's okay I will get to someday.
On Thursday, Elder Rowland and I got to go to the Dallas Temple, it was such a neat and uplifting experience. It is so much like the Boise Temple, but not quite home.  On Friday we had a zone conference. There was a contest of who could teach the first lesson the best and I won out of our whole zone of 75 missionaries.  It was kind of cool, I just hope President doesn't make me train now.  There are 50 new missionaries coming to the Texas, Dallas Mission in the next two transfers. The Lord is flooding the earth with missionaries. I am loving every second of my mission!

Oh, and I wrecked my bike and face planted on the concrete, but no big deal, I'm okay.  I turned a corner too sharp and hit the curb. I may have messed up my brakes but it will be fine. I learned one thing... Concrete hurts more than dirt! It was way worse than falling off a horse, not so fond of the city!

I love you all so much!
let 'er buck
Elder Kershaw