OKAY! To all my family and friends I have a story for you. I wish I had pictures or a video but I don't because my companion is having camera problems. But that's okay the story is still crazy! So we first got a call from a member in the branch who said there was a babushka who needed our help! We didn't know her but she told us where to go. Now this place we went is way far outside of the main part of ulan-ude. But there are a few people who live way out there because of dacha land. (dacha is like a personal home where people grow food and sometimes live.) SO we head out there thinking we probably will be cutting wood or helping them get water. something like that....Yeah....So we take a marshootka (basically a van that works like a bus) which takes about an 1 hour to get out there. We get dropped off at this little store In the middle of dacha land. next to a random small airport. Now we go wait in the store because it is -15 degrees Celsius outside. With a wind chill. Then we are told she will come find us so we walk outside and see this little women. She is maybe just past my belt line.So we follow her to her dacha. It looks like a normal dacha until she lets us into her yard. Then all chaos breaks loose. Seriously There we about 10+ dogs roaming and barking. Not including the other 30 dogs in cages all around her dacha. The roaming ones began to bark at us... vicious teeth and snarling. I was a bit terrified until I remembered that Russian dogs are usually afraid of people because of how harsh people are to them. And so I kept walking and they kept following ... they are still crazy as ever but would not get within striking distance. The smell was of rotting flesh, pee and something else very rank. Okay so recap- We went to help a babushkas in the middle of dacha land. She is very short and has a wobble walk. and lives on a dacha with around 50 dogs. to which all of them were very unhappy to see us. Okay continue on ...We then are told to go get water.( okay cool that means we get to leave the Dogs) so we do that. So to get water in Dacha land you have to go to a community pump which is a good walk. now... her water cans are 4, 6 gallon milk cans, and 4 gas cans(jerry cans) a little bit sketch. Anyway, with it being so cold if the water wasn’t in the can it would freeze. So there was this circle of pure ice around the water spiket.... And it was really funny to watch three elders trying to fill water cans while balancing. OKAY this is where it gets.....Disgusting.... so we put those away and then she points to a pile next to the door covered in plastic. I thought it was dirt. I was very, very, very wrong...The Pile was a pile of pig heads. rotting, frozen, heads. Eyeballs and noses still attached. Pigeon poop all over it. Muscles, brain tendons all on the heads. In short, nothing you would pick up in your entire life. And there were over 100 heads.... She told us that she bought 8 of them but the rest she found.....(where do you find that many pig heads?!?!) It gets better. She then hands us a block of wood and an AX and tells us we need to break the jaws off and cut the heads in half. I am not a germaphobe kind of guy. Not even a little, but I was scared for my life to pick up the heads let alone cut them in half. But we needed to serve so we manned up and began to chop the pig heads in half. All the while the dogs are barking at us and nipping at our ankles. So after about 20 heads she brings a bag over for the pieces we cut and we ask "What do you do with the pig heads?" I thought they were for all the dogs. Again I was so very very wrong. She tells us that she will make a soup out of them for her.....I died inside. She seemed so happy about it too. Then she told us that the reason she can’t cut the heads that often herself is because she knocked her knee out of place with the hatchet. It gets better she never saw a doctor so her knee is healed out of socket and that is why she has a hobble. So we finish a few more heads before she sends us off to go home. On the way to the bus stop we threw away our gloves and all smelled very very very bad. We hop on one of the busses and realized how bad we smell. no one would touch us or even get close. This Is my best story i have and I will never forget it. Through all this though none of us got hurt. So far none of us are sick, and we got to help a very sweet babushka. who is somehow still alive. God is with us. And god is with you. Open your eyes and you will see all the blessings. With this story I could have been telling you how bad a mission is but really I saw how a servant of the lord can help even those who have very little. I have seen how blessed I am and how I can help all those that are around me. May we always remember to thank our heavenly father for all the blessings that he gives us! I love you all thank you all very much for your happy birthday wishes it honestly touched me very much! You are all so special to me and i cherish the memories that I got to make with you. Stay strong, be safe, and pray always Elder webb