Last Monday at about 6 o'clock Brandon and I were just sitting down to a dinner of leftover spaghetti when there was a knock at the door. When I opened it I was surprised to see three
Elders standing there. They had great big smiles, that seemed to falter a little bit when they realized that I was not ready for them. After a couple of awkward moments, we figured out that they were at the wrong house, because my appointment wasn't until the next week. We all had a good laugh and they went off to the family that was waiting for them. That brief encounter was all it took to get my memories going and this whole week I've been reminiscing about my days in Boston. I remember having all kinds of awkward moments with strangers all the time. It is incredible just how horrifying yet simultaneously wonderful it could be. Every person, place, or moment was a new adventure, and every day was filled with the spirit. My mission stretched me harder than I ever wanted to be stretched, but I don't regret a single second that I spent wearing that tag.