The journey begins. I never realized how long two years was until I was faced with The Mission.
It is weird to think that I have been out for almost three weeks already, but compared to my two years, that's like three seconds. every day feels like an eternity, we're in class for 6:45 every day, and that doesn't include the three hours we spend studying. but at the same time, looking back on it, it feels like we've only been here a day or two.
Being a missionary is awesome. Everyone stares at you, everywhere you go, and you are given an extra wide berth. Its like you have a Wide-Load sign on your butt. But then you get the church members, who come up to you, shake your hand, and congratulate you. this would be all good and nice if i wasn't lost in an airport thousands of miles away from home, looking for the other lost boys with name tags. the best by far though are the ones who shoot you one glance and then dart off in the other direction. they feel guilty rejecting the message, and obviously, running away from a skinny white 19 year old kid is much more dignifying.
I flew from Seattle to Dallas all alone, so you can imagine my excitement when I saw another nametag when i got to Dallas. i had already successfully gotten lost at this huge airport, eaten at McDonalds, and found the correct gate. then i realized that i still had three and a half hours left before my flight took off. so i went to the bathroom. that oughtta occupy like 30 seconds of my time, right?
Thats where i met an elder from South Chicago. i was in the bathroom, just minding my own business, relieving myself, when i heard someone say Uruguay. i seriously backflipped. i then showed him over to McDonalds and we found the rest of the missionaries. the eight of us then got on quite possibly the longest flight in the history of mankind. or at least thats what it felt like.
if only we had known what we were getting into...
Episode 2: The Quote List