Sundays have always been one of my favorite days of the week, because it's the day when you get to see the 'fruits of your labors'! Who, out of the hundreds of people that we invited and taught, will come to church?! Sister East and I have had such a large group of people these past two Sundays, that we've had to ask some young women in our ward to go on splits with us to help us 'pick up' everyone that we promised. I wonder if sometimes people tell us they'll come to church with the thought, "oh these girls will never pass by to pick me up anyway!" haha! and then Sunday afternoon at 3:00 -- "Surprise!! We're here to take you to church!" There was one 14-year-old boy who we had invited to come to church,and he had seemed super excited to come. However, when we should up at the meeting place, he wasn't there. I asked around on the street to see if anyone knew where he lived (because his current house was under construction). We finally found a woman who knew where he lived and she agreed to take us to his house. As we were walking down the street, the young man passed by on his bike on the street in front of us. We yelled for him, but he didn't hear us. So, I did the only sensible thing to do and took off running after him!! Unfortunately, we never caught up to him...bikes tend to be faster than running, but we tried!