Elder Tanner Brooksby

Elder Tanner Brooksby
Rancho Cucamunga California Mission is getting one great missionary! Tanner has chosen to serve the Lord by giving 2 years of his life to dedicate his heart to testifying of the Savior. Thank You Elder Brooksby! We are so proud of you.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Twenty-Seven Hours Of Service 3/32/17

It's honestly ridiculous how much service we do up here. Missionary? Pshtt, please honey, its pronounced gardener.

Hello everyone! I hope you are not as weed covered as everything out here is! Because I couldn't do anymore service for you if you were anyways!

This last week was pretty crazy busy, as evidenced by the fact that I didn't email last week. Anyone with sensitive ears, please cover them.


I didn't even send an intermission email! Those are like, two sentences long!!!

But now I am back! And I have a new story to tell all of you!

So you know Kristen, the investigator I always talk about but never really talked about? Well, she exists. And because she exists, she's going through some really rough stuff financially and emotionally lately. I can't talk too much about it, but it involved a fight, and I was very worried for a long while that she'd fall away from the church and stop meeting with us.

HOWEVER! I was talking to Sister Bennitt (Another investigator) who happens to text Kristen alot, (nonmembers fellowshipping nonmembers. It's pretty dang awesome.) and she said that Kristen had texted her and told he that she wasn't going to let this get in the way of her progress with finding out the truth. I was so happy!!!

Even though she's not a member yet, Kristen is so strong. She's come leaps and bounds from where she was, and it's all thanks to God :D She's a really good example to me too, because sometimes I tend to wallow in self-pity and give up too easily, but she's in a much worse situation than I am and she keeps pushing! It's amazing the things you learn when you're willing to :)

Anyways folks, I've gotta get back. There's a hula hoe calling my name in some weed-infested yard somewhere! But don't give up, no matter what! That's what I learned from this week, and I hope you guys have learned a lot too :D

Love you all! Don't cross the Canadian border if you've got more than one pair of trousers on!
See you next time!
Elder Brooksby the III

Sunday, March 26, 2017

The Worlds Twenty-Six Most Deadly Creatures 3/13/17

The first one on the list is change.

First off, hello to all! And might I just add, if you read this email in the voice of some British dude narrating a documentary, it'll be WAY more fun.


Good afternoon, class! Today we will be studying the wild Elder Brooksby in his natural habitat. Look at him run and jump and do missionary work! What a wonderful specimen of pure, unbridled, somewhat unfocused enthusiasm! But oh no! The wild Elder is being challenged! It's a new companion!!! A wild Elder Plautz is on the scene, and it looks like the wild Brooksby is sad to have lost his old companion, Elder Gibbons!

These are real missionaries, not actors. And this is the story of... THE TRANSFER.

In other, less confusing, words Elder Gibbons got transferred out today to head down the hill to Upland 3rd ward, and I am very sad. Elder Gibbons was honestly the best dude I've ever met out here, and one of the only people who I think I'dve been best friends with back home. Those of you that know me know that that's saying something!


Now he is gone, and my new companion is Elder Plautz, who I first met in Ontario ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO. It's gonna be super sweet because he's a nerd too, so things'll be awesome :)

To summarize, what I've learned this past week, I'll sing you all a song.


I've been pretty hysterical for the past couple days stressing about transfers :) I honestly don't llike change and I never have. It's really the only thing that gets me stressed. Lesson falls through? No problem! Crazy schedule? We'll figure it out! Transfers? Welp, kill me now.

But, throughout it all, I've remained sane through one thing, and that's Jesus Christ. A talk by Jeffery R Holland I listened to a little while ago talked about how during the sacrament we remember Christ, and how through remembering Him we gain the power we need to keep pushing forward. Once I heard that, all I could think was that more than anyone else, Christ knew what it meant to be alone.

My biggest fear of transfers is always that I'll get a companion that makes me feel alone. But by remembering Christ and how terribly alone He must have felt, it made me feel better. I knew that no matter what happened, I wouldn't be left totally alone like He had been. He's watching out for me :D

And that's what I learned!!! It was a doozy of a week, but it was a good one. Change makes us grow, and I'm gonna grow for the better!

Now tally ho, old chaps!!! I'm off to sip a spot of (herbal) tea and nibble a crumpet or two whilst watching a sporting good cricket match! Until our next adventure, keep your pith helmets shiny and dust free!

Love you all a ton!
Don't explore ruins is there are bones outside!!!
Elder Brooksby the III

That's The Twenty-Sixth Project This Week! 3/6/17

Hello all you peoples of the Earth-type-kind!

Firstly, a question.

Do I look like a professional landscaper?

Now, an answer.

Apparently yes.

Reason being! I have done three straight days of service projects up here!!! All three involved kneeling in the dirt and gloves! I am very tired!

The first service project was on Thursday, at a place called Squash 4 Friends where we do service every week. It's a community garden, so we were weeding in the Californian sun for three hours. Way fun, right??? (It was actually pretty fun)

Next service was on Friday at the same Jewish persons it was last time, so we were ALSO weeding in his backyard for three hours! It wasn't really that bad because I was talking to Elder Olson about cool books and things, plus we got cookies and such :D

And then on Saturday we poured cement! There were two jobs available, wheeling the cement and dumping it, or leveling it out with a big wooden board. We were with the other Elders, so Elders Gibbons, Olson, and I went to wheel cement, leaving Elder Ruiz to "Skreet" as it is apparently know. Only problem was that the wheelbarrows were extraordinarily heavy.

Anyone that knows me knows that I have the arm strength of a malnourished squirrel that's been treading water for two hours, so nobody was surprised when five minutes in I had already dumped a HUGE load of cement on the ground and was promptly kicked over to skreeting duty ;D Tell me you're proud of me, mother.

In a SHOCKING turn of events, I shall now include something spiritual!

Folks, family is important. I've seen it more and more out here where people are born into bad family situations, don't know how to fix it, and so they just get stuck in a descending cycle. Family provides a foundation of trust and love, something that everyone needs but few people get these days. People from good families stand stronger, work harder, laugh more, and at the end of the day are better equipped for the trials life throws at them :)

So if you're part of that sort of family, be grateful! If not, then it starts with you. The gospel provides a way out of the cycle of pain and heartache that the world so often gets people stuck in, so hold onto that. Build something that's worth being eternal!



There are SO many people out here that are content to sit at home and watch TV all day, literally doing NOTHING else. They give up and figure life's gonna be easier for them if they just quit trying and sink into the oblivion of daytime TV talk shows.


Please please PLEASE just try to be better every day! Even if it's just by a little :) It's so much easier to keep going than to try and start again, and I'm a sad witness to that every day.

I love you all as much as one can love a kitten rainbow!
Until next time!!!
Elder Brooksby the III

Twenty-Two Graves, The Old World Is Dying 1/30/17


That's depressing.

I bet you're all wondering why the title is so tragic and sad! Well, there is a very good reason for that, and I will explain it in detail.

No, there is too much. I will sum it up. Her follows a short obituary of everything that is dying this week!

1. R.I.P the nerd zone. Or, in laymans terms, transfers.

So our zone is/was made up of the most nerdy missionaries out in the field :) And I mean Magic: The Gathering on the daily, Dungeons and Dragons going down on P-day, and just generally nerdly conversations at ALL TIMES. It was truly a glorious era of innovation.

But no longer.

When transfers came sweeping round, literally all of the outgoing nerds got punted and replaced by the most testosterone-fueled missionaries in the whole mission :D Needless to say, we are probably going to be sportsing pretty hard now, which brings us to our next death!

2. Me.

I kid, I kid! I'm not dying anytime soon :D Though I did realize a little while ago that I've been out here for six months now, which was odd. Ladies and gentlemen, don't let time slip away. I have a testimony that the length of our lives is no accident. We are here for a reason, and that is to grow and love God more than ever before, and every minute we spend here is a gift. Use it wisely :D Anywhoo, another death, one that has been heralded by those greater than me, Laura and Sierra!

3. The old schedule/key indicators

I'm not gonna rag a whole lot on this one cause it's been covered before, suffice to say that the change to the schedule is so that missionaries stop working themselves to death! In fact, when all is said and done, we lost a half hour of proselyting time a day, proving that sometimes it's better to take a step back and make sure you're mentally and physically ready for something before you jump right in :)

On a more serious note, there was an actual death over here. An older woman in my ward who was medically less-active passed away this last week. We visited her pretty regularly, and It made me sad to know that she had moved on. However, now she is not plagued by Alsehimers, so that's a true blessing!
The point I wanted to bring up with her was that not effort is wasted in the church. Before she dies she was visited by home teachers, visiting teachers, and others who all helped her through this. It made me so glad to know that our Heavenly Father has put things like that in place so that we are never forgotten :)

Well, that about wraps up the funerals! Hopefully I don't see anymore in the near future, except SINS!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! BUUUUUURRRRRRNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!

I love you all! Please don't buy soda if the cap is off! Also, why does everyone give the missionaries the inedible food??? As much as I love cigarette ash covered spaghetti...

See you all just around the river bend!
I'll send an inspiring roar in your direction when I next get the chance!
Until next flower-filled glade of a Monday :)
Elder Brooksby the III

When The Twenty-Fifth Star Alights 2/27/17

An email will be sent. And on that day, a hero will arise from lands forgotten... 

I would tell you where, but I forgot.

Well hello all! It's me! The flake!

Sorry for the lack of email last week, time was crazy and I let my urge to quest get the better of me. But I am here now! In the here-and-now! Which is both here and now! (Can anyone tell I'm just filling space because my life's not all that exciting?)

Cause I am.

If I didn't know better, I'd say that I've gotten all of my memories stolen by a pink brain-sucking alien who intends to build a theme park based off of the ideas he finds! But I do know better. It was a GREY alien, and I feel sorry for him. He should have invested his talents into the video game industry, theme parks are on their way out.

Well, I suppose a missionary story is in order! A story about DANGER! About FRIENDSHIP!! AND ABOUT BIONICLES!

In all reality, this story is about Bionicles.

So, Elder Gibbons and I were doing some service for a Jewish dude along with the other Elders in our ward, Elder Ruiz and Elder Olson. Before I begin, you need to know who these people are! Elder Ruiz literally invented stonewalling and if there was a "Strong Silent Type" contest, he wouldn't win because it's not pertinent to his salvation. Elder Olson is akin to a unicorn movie buff who hangs around Comicons because he wants to get the lighting director of his favorite film's autograph.

Anyway! So we were doing service, hula hoeing weeds and the like, and somehow the topic of conversation moves to old toys. Somebody then made the mistake of saying the word Bionicle.

Elder Gibbons loves Bionicles so much he would literally pay everything he owned to BECOME one. If you don't know what Bionicles are, please find out or this will make very little sense :D

CUT TO: Three hours later, Elder Gibbons has now told all of us the ENTIRE HISTORY of the Bionicle Universe, whipping Elder Olson into such a nostalgic frenzy that he appeared to have become his unicorn self in real life and was violently shooting rainbows everywhere. To those of us that know the Myers-Briggs test, he's an ENFP. It shows.

TO WRAP IT ALL UP: Jewish guy we're doing service for comes outside to show us his knife collection, (Cool) let us throw actual steel throwing stars he'd made himself, (WAY cool) and give us all free knives. (The coolieist) And even though Elder Olson almost got stabbed because the dude has really bad Parkinsons and shakes a lot, it all turned out really well!

Though apparently the letter J is a lie.

I'm sorry the story isn't more exciting this week! I will send cool stories and pictures next week, I promise!!!

I love you all! I would give all of you free knives as well if I could!
See you next time!!!
Elder Brooksby the III 

I Know What You Want... More Popcorn! 2/21/17

Yep folks, another intermission. If you'd like a more regular emailing scheduled, please contact the federal government (Preferably by the smoke signals of a burning town hall, THAT'LL get their attention) and tell them to stop placing holidays that close the library on Mondays.

Until the government falls and I'm able to email when I want (Provided I survive the anarchy) I apologize for janky email times! And lengths, cause this is fetching short.

I love you all!!! Please don't go to jail for me!
Elder Brooksby the III

Twenty-Four Emotional Breakdowns 2/13/17

Most of them mine, but some that belonged to others!

Howdy, folks! Welcome to the wettest watering hole this side of the Mississippi! (Because of all of the tears, but a little rain as well)

I don't have a whole lot of time today, but I'll tell the most important story for all of yall!

So for the past while Elder Gibbons has been strugging with some stuff that's been really heavy. I've been doing my best to help in any way I can, but it's pretty much out of my pay grade... So I was praying. I was praying so hard that I'm pretty sure I pulled a praying muscle.

Anyways, so that leaves us on Sunday night bone tired and a little bit discouraged. Elder Gibbons was sad, I was sad because he was sad, and we weren't very confident in what was going to happen that night. We started on our way to visit a less-active lady who we'd been visiting on and off in the past, expecting nothing more than to share a random scripture and leave back to our slump.

However, when we got there we found that she was in a real crisis of faith of her own! She'd been to church that day but was really struggling to feel refreshed and edified by going. She was trying to find the feeling she'd felt after she'd been baptized 3 years ago, but couldn't seem to feel it again. It was a really scary situation, and if we said or did the wrong thing than things could have very easily gone downhill FAST.

I didn't know what to do and Elder Gibbons was in the same boat, so I just started talking. I shared Helaman 12:5 and talked a little bit about building our foundations on Christ, then addressed a few of her concerns. All in all I felt as if nothing I said was making much of a difference, and that I'd basically just turned the whole thing into a huge mess...

But, just in that moment of great alarm, Elder Gibbons started to testify. He told her that sometimes we don't quite know where to go or what to do, but that we always need to remember those little bits of spiritual knowledge that we've been given by God, and that He's the only one who can answer all of our questions. It was pretty much the best thing I've ever heard in my life, and by the end both he and the sister were in tears. As we left she mentioned that she felt at peace, and that she felt much more calm.

Back inside the car I told Elder Gibbons how amazing it had been, and he told me that as the sister had been having a crisis of faith, he had as well, of a sort. The power and majesty of the Spirit had helped him rekindle his fire and have faith again in missionary work, and the fruits that come from it. The whole night had been an answer to my prayers for him, and we went to sleep for the first time in a while entirely happy :)

All in all, it was a good week.

I love you all, and I hope that you can all find whatever you need to find to move your faith!
Elder Brooksby the III

P.S: Tyson and Zoo are gonna be parents, and I'm pretty jazzed about that. Just thought you should all know!!!