Street Fighter night

Last night was our monthly outreach and we called it "Street Fighter Night – en vivo." ("that means Street Fighter - live") We had four teams and we competed in MarioKart, fusebal, and live Street Fighter. And we ate cereal all night.

For street fighter, we each had a character. David was a pot bellied bus driver of the busses on the most dangerous road in the world (which they say is here in Bolivia) complete with trucker hat. Ali was japenese beauty, Shen Lui (how do you spell that?) from the original Street Fighter arcade game, complete with deadly chop sticks sheathed in her hair. John was a plaid shirted lumber jack. And I was a disgruntled war veteran.

We would put two characters on the stage and would pick two audience members to command them to either Golpea (punch), “Patea!” (kick), “Atapar” (block), or “Saltar!” (jump). Randy was the fight announcer and sound effects box. Then the two characters would act out a fight on stage complete with sound effects and specialized super moves.

I made an 8-minute video called “Rich Living” or “Vida Plena”. And we watched that. I’m pretty happy with how it came out. I wish I could show my dad and people back home. It seems like a pretty good representation of a big theme in my life, and a good reason to believe that God has a good plan for us.

At the end of the night we watched “The Emperor’s New Groove.” We had a good time. I got to talk to some of the kids and try to build relationships with them, so I will know how I can help them the best.