Week 61: Honking

Servus alle!

So Sister Ligon and I had just about the craziest experience a couple days ago, so this email is going to be more of a story time.

Last week, I met a lady on the street who I'll call Sara. I was chatting to her a little bit, and then she mentioned that she needed to move out of her apartment. I told her that we would be happy to help, and we exchanged numbers so we could schedule a time to help her move.

Fast forward a few days, we meet up at her apartment and things start to get a little weird. Sara comes up to us with her two dogs and a friend. We introduce ourselves to Sara's friend, and she tells us her name. Sister Ligon and I couldn't understand it no matter how hard we tried. We ask her to repeat her name a couple more times until she informs us that we can just call her Moonshine. In that moment, Sister Ligon and I just looked over at each other in shock and confusion, but we kind of just ignored it and kept going.

As we're walking over to Sara's apartment, she pulls something out of her pocket and starts munching on it for a second. She puts it back, and her teeth, lips, and hands are stained this flourescent yellow-orange color. I looked over at Sister Ligon again, and we just kept walking.

We go upstairs to her apartment, and it is just packed with stuff—like a hoarders house. I kind of panic for a second because I'm thinking that there is no way that we have the time to clear out this entire apartment, but then Sara gestures to a little bike trailer on the floor. She says that she will only be keeping a few things, and that we only need to load up the trailer. As I'm wondering what Sara is planning on bringing, we carry the trailer downstairs. We then load up the trailer with her most prized possesions—a box of Christmas decorations, a mini pink suitcase, cigars, and a couple of mystery items. 

We push the trailer over to the tram stop, and people are giving us weird looks along the way. Sara starts talking about apoptosis. The tram comes, and we somehow managed to get the bike trailer on.

It is eventually time to get off the tram, and by another miracle, we are able to get everything off. Sister Ligon takes the trailer, and we start walking over to what we thought was her new apartment. The entire way there, Sara yells, "HONKING" at her dogs every time they get a bit rowdy.

We finally get to the address, and it was just a little storage shed. Sara opens it up, and it is already packed to the brim with stuff. I don't know how we did it, but after a lot of rearranging, we were able to cram Sara's prized possessions into the shed. We locked it up, and we were on our way.

On the walk back over to the tram, Sara asks me to sing Taylor Swift songs. I tried to change the subject, but Sara would not let it go. And so there I was, walking through the city of Augsburg, dragging a busted bike trailer, and singing Taylor Swift. Sara would occasionally butt in and yell "HONKING".  

We once again get to the tram stop and say our goodbyes. As we do so, Sara's front tooth starts wiggling around and almost falls out.

Sister Ligon and I were just in complete shock with what just happened and we just laughed the entire ride back home. 

Although this was such a bizarre experience, I just felt so much love for Moonshine and Sara and was grateful for the opportunity we had to serve them!

I hope you all also had a good week! Bis zum nächsten Mal!

Liebe Grüße,

Sister Gladwell

1. We used a trailer similar to one of these