Homecoming talk
9:50 PMHere is my homecoming talk. I kind of winged it and just talked as I went...
"Hola
hermanos y hermanas. Hey dad I think my accent got better on my mission, I
would hope so. Earlier this week Bishop Schultz said I could take 40 minutes to
talk today, but I honestly don’t think that will happen, sorry Darrin. Today I
don’t really have a topic, nor do I have a bunch of mission stories to share. I
did serve in Utah, where mission stories are a lot less crazy and funny than
Jon baptizing a clown, I even heard about that one from my dad via email. Don’t
get me wrong, my mission is very unique in and of itself. It was only 30
minutes top to bottom, we had a lot of foreign missionaries, including the
first missionary directly from Cuba, and I mean missionaries served in the
wards of the apostles, like that’s super cool. But no, I never met an apostle,
nor did I meet the prophet. I ate weird food, tongue, heart, stomach, but I
still don’t like tomatoes. There were nights where I thought I was going to
die. My companion and I were living in a members home at the time and the
members were out of town. And it was about 11 pm. So we were technically
supposed to be asleep already, but we were in bed trying to fall asleep, when
all of a sudden we heard a door open and feet run across the floor. I sit up in
the dark and ask my companion, praying that she would say no, and I said “did
you hear that?” and she turned over and looked at me and said “yesss.” A
nanosecond later we hear another door open and next thing I know, my companion
and I are hiding under my covers. After a few more noises we hear, we muster up
the courage to see whats going on. Goes to find out that it was one of the
members kids with his family. And at one point I was chased by kids acting like
zombies. And that’s about as funny as my stories get.
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