On Monday, June 6th Brad left the MTC. On his layover in Chicago he made his calls. Our family was all spread apart on that day so he had a lot to make. I was in Minnesota with Natalie so we talked to him together. We got him to speak some Malagasy and realized that it sounds nothing like it's spelled!
In the middle of the night on Tuesday, June 7th (so I guess really June 8th) he called Mike and I from Johannesburg. He only had 5 minutes to talk but he sounded great! He said that the turbulence from London to Johannesburg was brutal and they saw three huge lightning strikes outside the plane window! He said his poor companion threw up in a bag and it had a hole in it! Luckily he was one of the few elders who had brought 2 suits so he was able to change. He'd only slept about 4 hours out of 42.
He really appreciated the piano music I had sent him just before he left. He played "God Speed the Right" in sacrament meeting his last Sunday in the MTC. I'm so glad he appreciates music and loves to play the piano!
We were cut off suddenly when the minutes ran out but it was so good to talk to him. Just had to shed a few tears afterwards. Sigh.