A few stories

 When we were at the Mission Home still when these following events happened.
On Monday's the Assistants to the Pres go to his home for a meeting and they also do their laundry there.  This particular Monday we saw them in the morning before we left for the office.  Pres and his wife had already gone the day before to Ohio for a Mission Presidents seminar and to visit their kids on the way home.  They would be gone for 2 weeks.  That evening around 10:10 John was already in bed reading.  I was on the computer.  Suddenly I heard the electric garage door opening. My first thought was that maybe the Pres forgot something and they were coming back.  I rushed to the window which
overlooks the driveway but couldn't see anyone or any car.  I creeped out of the room, went to the staircase, and shouted,  "Hello, hello.  Who's there?" I got silence in response.  Then in a couple of minutes I hear the door shutting.  I was kinda spooked.  John got out of bed and investigated, but didn't see anyone or anything unusual.  I was still kinda nervous for a while, but finally went to sleep.  The next morning I asked the AP's if they had come by the house and they answered that they had.  They forgot their sheets in the dryer and were sneaking in to get them.  They were sorry they had scared me and apologized several times during the day.   We had a good laugh about it then and several times after when we saw the two APs.  Here is Elder Ramiro staging sneaking in.  He is a wonderful Elder from Mexico.  His parents are divorced and he actually gave up a scholarship and his position in the University to serve a mission.  He will go home this Thursday.

 Here he is with an Elder that he was on splits with.  In the garage and also in a storage room downstairs, the Pres and his wife have boots and warm coats and parkas that the Elders and Sisters can take for the cold weather.  It helps out the missionaries who don't have the proper winter attire.

A few days later we had another nighttime incident.  Earlier that week some of the senior couples who live in our complex said that there was a lot of drilling going on in the basement beginning at 7:30 in the morning.  They were complaining about the loud noise that doesn't let up all day long.  Apparently last year the ceiling on one of the garage levels collapsed and actually killed 3 people who were riding in their car.  The city is making the landlord prepare the ceilings on all levels of the garage.  Who knows how long that will take.  Anyway this particular night we were sound asleep when a little after midnight we hear a terrible noise.  My first thought was that it was the drilling (even though we were still at the Mission Home)  Then I woke up and thought that it sure felt like an earthquake, but I didn't think they had earthquakes here.  John thought it was a huge explosion.  In the morning we found out that it was a 5.4 earthquake.

Our first day coming to the office and being the first to arrive we calmly unlocked the door and walked in.  We barely were able to walk across the cultural hall when a very loud alarm went off.  We had no clue what to do or how to turn it off.  I quickly called our trainers and they said that there is a control box by the door that has to be turned off by pushing in the code.  We had no clue that we had to do it.  They gave us the code and the alarm stopped.  We were glad that the police didn't show up.

The following Monday we were going to celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving.  The office was still open that day and we were busily working upstairs.  The office is on the 3rd floor.  Suddenly the fire alarm went off.  We all had to evacuate the building.  Soon we found out that the Elders who were making the stuffing put it on the stove to heat and forgot about it.  The stuffing was soon burning and the smoke set off the alarm.  Again we were able to take care of it, but we did have to call the fire department and someone else to deactivate the alarm.