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Posted: **October 31st, 2023, 9:02 am**

Missionaries shared urban legends about Elder Ether....not the guy from the BoM mind you. It scared the heck out of me.

Not with Ether, but I suspect I was drugged by another missionary for other reasons. We were on splits of sorts to drive to the Mission Home, and picked up a 3rd Elder along the way. Those 2 knew each other, and some obvious attempts at subtle communication was made between the two. I could tell something was wrong. My instincts were screaming at me. After our business at the mission home, and lunch we started the long drive back. On the way i got incredibly groggy and kept falling asleep, then jumping awake. They were irritated that i was in and out. They drove to a guy's house that was not on the way back to our areas. Since i was not all the way out, they told me he was a convert they had taught earlier in their missions. One of them waited with me in the car, while the other went into a shop with the 'convert' and came back with something.

Later heard these two had got caught smoking weed, and the events of the day clicked together. They had stopped on the way home from meeting with the mission president to buy more weed.

Posted: **October 31st, 2023, 9:10 am**

In Haiti, clothing malfunctions were fairly common. Some made you think you'd be chaste forever. Others, not so much.

I was transferred out of the office in Port-au-Prince to St. Marc to work with my buddy who I grew up with. He's a great guy, but I was more assertive than he was, and the true believing super diligent type. I didn't mess around. I was all business.

Anyway, we visited the list of investigators one by one. Within a week, we'd dumped more than 1/2 the "investigators". One was a young lady, I'm guessing late teens, who met us basically in a camisole and nothing else. After the first visit, which we cut short when her top "accidentally" fell off, I asked my comp "what the hell was that"? Moreover, she wasn't ugly. Not at all.

I was like, dude, really? Next visit a few days later, the wardrobe malfunctioned again after she started playing with her nipples right in front of us.

I cut my comp off in mid sentence, gave her the ultimatum of reading the BoM within 7 days, and she knew where the church was if she ever accomplished that, and we walked out. True story. We did the right thing and got the hell out of there. We then proceeded to teach and baptize a lot of sincere folk in that little town. Was a good place to be with good people surviving as best they could on this crazy planet.

Posted: **October 31st, 2023, 9:13 am**

ithink wrote: ↑October 31st, 2023, 9:10 am In Haiti, clothing malfunctions were fairly common. Some made you think you'd be chaste forever. Others, not so much.

I was transferred out of the office in Port-au-Prince to St. Marc to work with my buddy who I grew up with. He's a great guy, but I was more assertive than he was, and the true believing super diligent type. I didn't mess around. I was all business.

Anyway, we visited the list of investigators one by one. Within a week, we'd dumped more than 1/2 the "investigators". One was a young lady, I'm guessing late teens, who met us basically in a camisole and nothing else. After the first visit, which we cut short when her top "accidentally" fell off, I asked my comp "what the hell was that"? Moreover, she wasn't ugly. Not at all. I was like, dude, really? Next visit a few days later, the wardrobe malfunctioned again after she started playing with her nipples right in front of us. I cut my comp off in mid sentence, gave her the ultimatum of reading the BoM within 7 days, and she knew where the church was if she ever accomplished that, and we walked out. True story. We did the right thing and got the hell out of there. We then proceeded to teach and baptize a lot of sincere folk in that little town. Was a good place to be with good people surviving as best they could on this crazy planet.

There are beaches scattered all throughout my mission. Almost without fail, there was someone topless every time we passed by or visited a place close to the ocean. The missionaries were only allowed to play soccer on the beach in the Winter months.

Posted: **October 31st, 2023, 1:56 pm**

Pnwlivesmatter wrote: ↑October 31st, 2023, 6:32 am I believe I may have left earth on my mission.

Served in korea in early 2000s.

Was in an area on one of the korean islands. Very remote and beautiful place.

Decided to take a bus to a far flung place on the island and proselyte(knock doors).

Walking through the tangerine groves/farms for hours deeper and deeper into this beautifully remote island.

Suddenly our path leads to this neighborhood behind some orchard. To our surprise they are very traditional western style homes, like right out of Connecticut or something. Sidewalks too with lawns (very rare in korea).

I also remember a weird glow in the air(late summer evening).

Go to a house and it's all lit up like it's on fire inside. Glowing. Mom answers and there's a beautiful family inside. Dad comes to door and says hi. Mom hands us fruit. They tell us we are working so hard and we kind of just leave (like it didn't feel like we needed to go inside). I remember how lit up the house seemed.

Anyways we walk back to a road and catch a bus. Whole time my chest is on fire/ burning. Whole last hour seemed like it was a dream or something/felt very supernatural.

We went back later and could never find the neighborhood (serious).

That’s awesome!

Posted: **October 31st, 2023, 2:07 pm**

Pnwlivesmatter wrote: ↑October 31st, 2023, 6:32 am I believe I may have left earth on my mission.

Served in korea in early 2000s.

Was in an area on one of the korean islands. Very remote and beautiful place.

Decided to take a bus to a far flung place on the island and proselyte(knock doors).

Walking through the tangerine groves/farms for hours deeper and deeper into this beautifully remote island.

Suddenly our path leads to this neighborhood behind some orchard. To our surprise they are very traditional western style homes, like right out of Connecticut or something. Sidewalks too with lawns (very rare in korea).

I also remember a weird glow in the air(late summer evening).

Go to a house and it's all lit up like it's on fire inside. Glowing. Mom answers and there's a beautiful family inside. Dad comes to door and says hi. Mom hands us fruit. They tell us we are working so hard and we kind of just leave (like it didn't feel like we needed to go inside). I remember how lit up the house seemed.

Anyways we walk back to a road and catch a bus. Whole time my chest is on fire/ burning. Whole last hour seemed like it was a dream or something/felt very supernatural.

We went back later and could never find the neighborhood (serious).

Dang. For real? That's incredible. It sounds like you said all there is to say, but I'm anxious for more detail. Wow.

Posted: **October 31st, 2023, 2:32 pm**

Pnwlivesmatter wrote: ↑October 31st, 2023, 6:32 am I believe I may have left earth on my mission.

Served in korea in early 2000s.

Was in an area on one of the korean islands. Very remote and beautiful place.

Decided to take a bus to a far flung place on the island and proselyte(knock doors).

Walking through the tangerine groves/farms for hours deeper and deeper into this beautifully remote island.

Suddenly our path leads to this neighborhood behind some orchard. To our surprise they are very traditional western style homes, like right out of Connecticut or something. Sidewalks too with lawns (very rare in korea).

I also remember a weird glow in the air(late summer evening).

Go to a house and it's all lit up like it's on fire inside. Glowing. Mom answers and there's a beautiful family inside. Dad comes to door and says hi. Mom hands us fruit. They tell us we are working so hard and we kind of just leave (like it didn't feel like we needed to go inside). I remember how lit up the house seemed.

Anyways we walk back to a road and catch a bus. Whole time my chest is on fire/ burning. Whole last hour seemed like it was a dream or something/felt very supernatural.

We went back later and could never find the neighborhood (serious).

Reminds me of Narnia.

Posted: **October 31st, 2023, 3:44 pm**

Met a guy who as a missionary gave a blessing that cured a guy blind for 5(ish) years.

Know a guy who's son was cured of elipsy when as a missionary, he got a blessing from another missionary.

Posted: **November 1st, 2023, 10:14 pm**

Reluctant Watchman wrote: ↑October 31st, 2023, 9:13 am
ithink wrote: ↑October 31st, 2023, 9:10 am In Haiti, clothing malfunctions were fairly common. Some made you think you'd be chaste forever. Others, not so much.

I was transferred out of the office in Port-au-Prince to St. Marc to work with my buddy who I grew up with. He's a great guy, but I was more assertive than he was, and the true believing super diligent type. I didn't mess around. I was all business.

Anyway, we visited the list of investigators one by one. Within a week, we'd dumped more than 1/2 the "investigators". One was a young lady, I'm guessing late teens, who met us basically in a camisole and nothing else. After the first visit, which we cut short when her top "accidentally" fell off, I asked my comp "what the hell was that"? Moreover, she wasn't ugly. Not at all. I was like, dude, really? Next visit a few days later, the wardrobe malfunctioned again after she started playing with her nipples right in front of us. I cut my comp off in mid sentence, gave her the ultimatum of reading the BoM within 7 days, and she knew where the church was if she ever accomplished that, and we walked out. True story. We did the right thing and got the hell out of there. We then proceeded to teach and baptize a lot of sincere folk in that little town. Was a good place to be with good people surviving as best they could on this crazy planet.
There are beaches scattered all throughout my mission. Almost without fail, there was someone topless every time we passed by or visited a place close to the ocean. The missionaries were only allowed to play soccer on the beach in the Winter months.

How sad!

Posted: **November 1st, 2023, 10:19 pm**

tribrac wrote: ↑October 31st, 2023, 3:44 pm Met a guy who as a missionary gave a blessing that cured a guy blind for 5(ish) years.

Know a guy who's son was cured of elipsy when as a missionary, he got a blessing from another missionary.

Cool.
Faith healings.

This isn't a mission thing, but it's typical. I always had a knack for figuring out what was wrong with people. For this, people used to ask me for blessings but it never annoyed me less than when a woman, in great discomfort, asked for one. I gave it, but it was a nothing burger. I literally had nothing for her, it was super annoying. But I wouldn't lie, so it was a super generic nothing burger. She stood up, turned around, and said "thank you, but what in the world was that?" I kept my composure, but man was that annoying. Next week, she comes up, pulls me aside and says: "sorry about last week, it was my time of the month and I didn't know it". I was just glad I didn't ask / bless her to be "cured" or she would have been rendered sterile, I figured.

Posted: **November 2nd, 2023, 9:07 am**

Pnwlivesmatter wrote: ↑October 31st, 2023, 6:32 am I believe I may have left earth on my mission.

Served in korea in early 2000s.

Was in an area on one of the korean islands. Very remote and beautiful place.

Decided to take a bus to a far flung place on the island and proselyte(knock doors).

Walking through the tangerine groves/farms for hours deeper and deeper into this beautifully remote island.

Suddenly our path leads to this neighborhood behind some orchard. To our surprise they are very traditional western style homes, like right out of Connecticut or something. Sidewalks too with lawns (very rare in korea).

I also remember a weird glow in the air(late summer evening).

Go to a house and it's all lit up like it's on fire inside. Glowing. Mom answers and there's a beautiful family inside. Dad comes to door and says hi. Mom hands us fruit. They tell us we are working so hard and we kind of just leave (like it didn't feel like we needed to go inside). I remember how lit up the house seemed.

Anyways we walk back to a road and catch a bus. Whole time my chest is on fire/ burning. Whole last hour seemed like it was a dream or something/felt very supernatural.

We went back later and could never find the neighborhood (serious).

Weird and cool.
How did you decide to go there?
What did your companion say about it all?

Posted: **November 5th, 2023, 6:56 am**

Trainer experience: I remember being in my first area about two months and my trainer struck up a relationship with a member in the area. His father owned several clothing stores and the younger brother was a well-known pianist. We would visit the father in his office once or twice a week to help with various tasks related to helping the younger son set up a playing tour in the states. My trainer even set up a job for himself when he returned to the states in helping them with the show. At one point I asked my trainer what we were doing, we weren’t being missionaries. My trainer got upset, told the man that we had to leave because of me, and we left.

On the walk back to the apartment we talked about what we were doing. I noted various missionary efforts we could be doing and he responded by saying, “Elder it doesn’t matter what we do, tracting, member work, less actives… nothing works. It doesn’t matter what we do.” How’s that for a pep talk for ya?

Things did pick up a little bit after this, but fell off shortly afterward. It was after this that I realized that we need to stand on our own faith and testimony and not that of others. In hindsight I can see how I could have handled the situation better, but I learned that positions of leadership are often simply a title. I see that now more than ever in the current LDS org.

Posted: **November 5th, 2023, 7:03 am**

Another trainer experience: I think it was a Saturday and we had two companionships in this apartment. We decided to do splits, me and the other elder, who was Mexican, went to the chapel to make the food for a Mexican culture night we were going to put on for the members, and we spent a good chunk of the day doing that. My trainer, on the other hand, had other ideas. They told us they were going to go tracting that day.

Well, instead of tracting, they got dressed in shorts and grabbed some fishing gear and went to the far side of the city to go fishing. In the middle of the day he decided to take his shirt off and wade out into the surf a bit, the sun at his back. After a few hours they gathered their stuff and returned. This is where I think karma kicked in. He got one of the WORST sunburns I have ever seen on a human being.

I could hear him that night moaning in pain because the burn was so bad. I think he even vomited out the window. The next day he woke up to find large blisters full of fluid on his entire back. Some of them were raised up between and eighth to a quarter of an inch. We decided to go to the hospital and have a doctor look at it. They ended up wiping a white cream all over his back that turned a dark color as it reacted to the ooze coming from the blisters. He writhed in pain as the doctor wiped it off with a towel.

Posted: **November 5th, 2023, 7:26 pm**

Let’s talk about drugs.

Story 1:
The first time I ever saw drugs (ever in my life, mind you) was when a bunch of young kids came up to us and asked if we wanted a cigarette. He opened his packet to reveal about a dozen hand-rolled joints. My companion asked if I’d ever seen or smelled marijuana and I said no. A few days later we were walking up a set of stairs and my companion paused and said, “Hey, do you smell that?” I acknowledge a certain smell, to which he said, “That’s the smell of marijuana.”

Story 2:
We were traveling between cities for a zone conference (via bus) and had a couple sitting among 3-4 companionships of missionaries. At the beginning of the ride the couple got up and shut all of the vents and then pulled out some tin foil, a lighter, and some other items, including a white powder, and began to heat it and inhale the smoke. I think it was heroine. The sister missionaries had to move seats because they were getting headaches.

Story 3:
On one of my trips between mainland Spain and Africa (Ceuta), I had a guy walk past me and mumble something under his breathe. I didn’t catch it at the time, but after rehearsing the tones over and over again in my head I realized he had offered me Hashish or a tar-like substance that is a melted down form of marijuana. He said, “Chocolate, muy bueno, quiere un poquito?” (Translation: Really good chocolate (hashish), do you want a little?)

Story 4:
We were going through an old area book and wanted to visit previous contacts. We ended up in a neighborhood about 30 min walk from our apartment. We knocked on the door of a lady who had some contact w/ previous missionaries. Nobody answered and we walked outside to make new plans. As we were sitting there a man came up to us asking why we were there and what our intentions were. We explained why and he said something like, “Oh, I remember you guys, that lady is my mother.” Somehow we found out we were going back to town and he offered us a ride, during which I asked, “So, what do you do for work?” And he responded, “Why do you ask?” I said that I just liked to get to know people. He then told me very candidly that he was a drug trafficker/smuggler and really enjoyed what he did with all of the traveling and the diversity of people that he was able to meet.

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 4:51 am**

Reluctant Watchman wrote: ↑November 5th, 2023, 7:26 pm Let’s talk about drugs.

Story 1:
The first time I ever saw drugs (every in my life, mind you) was when a bunch of young kids came up to us and asked if we wanted a cigarette. He opened his packet to reveal about a dozen hand-rolled joints. My companion asked if I’d ever seen or smelled marijuana and I said no. A few days later we were walking up a set of stairs and my companion paused and said, “Hey, do you smell that?” I acknowledge a certain smell, to which he said, “That’s the smell of marijuana.”

Story 2:
We were traveling between cities for a zone conference (via bus) and had a couple sitting among 3-4 companionships of missionaries. At the beginning of the ride the couple got up and shut all of the vents and then pulled out some tin foil, a lighter, and some other items, including a white powder, and began to heat it and inhale the smoke. I think it was heroine. The sister missionaries had to move seats because they were getting headaches.

Story 3:
On one of my trips between mainland Spain and Africa (Ceuta), I had a guy walk past me and mumble something under his breathe. I didn’t catch it at the time, but after rehearsing the tones over and over again in my head I realized he had offered me Hashish or a tar-like substance that is a melted down form of marijuana. He said, “Chocolate, muy bueno, quiere un poquito?” (Translation: Really good chocolate (hashish), do you want a little?)

Story 4:
We were going through an old area book and wanted to visit previous contacts. We ended up in a neighborhood about 30 min walk from our apartment. We knocked on the door of a lady who had some contact w/ previous missionaries. Nobody answered and we walked outside to make new plans. As we were sitting there a man came up to us asking why we were there and what our intentions were. We explained why and he said something like, “Oh, I remember you guys, that lady is my mother.” Somehow we found out we were going back to town and he offered us a ride, during which I asked, “So, what do you do for work?” And he responded, “Why do you ask?” I said that I just liked to get to know people. He then told me very candidly that he was a drug trafficker/smuggler and really enjoyed what he did with all of the traveling and the diversity of people that he was able to meet.

One apartment was near the end of a road where everyone went to shoot up--missionaries had to sometimes tiptoe over bodies and needles to get in and out.

A guy shot up right in front of us.

We got asked for sex in exchange for money for drugs. Right in the middle of a big bus exchange, and with hand signs to help us understand. As soon as she accosted us and started, I shook my head and walked off, telling my companion to follow. Of course, he listened to her a few times, watched the hand signs, and, with a red face, quickly followed. "She wanted to have sex!" "Yeah. That's why I told you to come."

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 9:30 am**

I'll share a weird one. I served in Salt Lake City 2001-2003, got to serve downtown SLC during the 2002 winter Olympics which was an experience in and of itself talking with all of the protestors etc. Anyways one evening while serving in the Millcreek area we get invited over to this guys house for dinner. We knock on his door, he lets us in and invites us into his living room. His apartment is entirely empty. I ask if he has just moved in, he says no and pulls out 2 plastic deck chairs for us to sit on, and he has his own plastic chair already there. I get this uncomfortable feeling. So we start small talking and he immediately asks us what tribe we are from, and the discussion just gets more and more odd from there. I ask him what we're having for dinner and he said oh right dinner, I need to order some pizza, so he makes the call and I'm thinking great, we have to sit here with this super strange guy for another 20-30 minutes. He starts talking about end of day prophecies and If we are prepared etc. At this point I'm thinking we gotta get out of here, just had this really eery feeling. Pizza finally arrives, and I just remember him acting strange with the delivery guy, he was peering out a crack in the door and barely allowed the guy to see inside his place. We eat quickly and say we have to leave. He asks us if we want to take some pizza with us, we say no its ok and as were leaving I notice him put the pizza into the fridge which is also completely empty. As we leave I turn to my companion and I'm like what...just...happened... He's like I have no idea but we're not coming back.

Thing is at this time we were covering 2 stakes, so we had like 12+ wards and I can't even remember at the time which ward the guy was claiming to be in. Looking back we probably should have looked into who the guy was but we never did. Still wonder to this day if he was a homeless guy who broke into an apartment or if he was a serial killer and we just got lucky, or if he was just a really odd guy who lived in an empty apartment. I guess I'll never know

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 1:06 pm**

On my mission, my companion and I taught and had baptized a man named John Taylor. (We were sister missionaries, so we didn't baptize him.) We told him he had the same name as the 3rd president of the church.

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 1:08 pm**

I was out about 2 weeks and we were knocking doors in the hot summer. It was my turn to do the door approach. A girl answered in her bikini. I was so shocked to see this beautiful 18-19 year old with a fantastic body that all I could get out was "Ah...Ah...Ah." My companion immediately took over. She asked us to come back when her parents were home.

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 4:59 pm**

honestseeker12 wrote: ↑October 29th, 2023, 6:19 pm
I am curious, though. Have any of you that served missions have recurring dreams that you are on a mission again? I have these dreams from time to time where I am on a mission again, and I know in the dream that it is a second mission. I am not talking about senior missions. Just the feeling that I am supposed to serve a mission again. I still have those dreams sometimes. I even got a blessing in the last year or so when I was sick where I was told that I still had a work to do for the Lord. I think it involves preaching the gospel after the One Mighty and Strong sets in order the church, but that is perhaps speculation. Anyone else have dreams about serving another mission?

Yes, I actually didn’t start having them until I had been home for a few years and after I was married. They always seemed very real, sometimes my wife was with me, usually they were in my old areas from the mission, and they were positive (like I didn’t want them to end). I just had another one about six months ago.

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 5:11 pm**

ransomme wrote: ↑October 30th, 2023, 3:12 pm While I was in the MTC a district of missionaries went rock climbing in the canyon. One fell 200ft to his death. Everyone who went out or knew that they went were sent home.

Uh, I might’ve been in the MTC the same time as you… unless this has happened multiple times.

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 5:19 pm**

Dusty Wanderer wrote: ↑November 6th, 2023, 5:11 pm
ransomme wrote: ↑October 30th, 2023, 3:12 pm While I was in the MTC a district of missionaries went rock climbing in the canyon. One fell 200ft to his death. Everyone who went out or knew that they went were sent home.
Uh, I might’ve been in the MTC the same time as you… unless this has happened multiple times.

Basically April and May of '95

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 5:22 pm**

I was in the MTC for longer than we were supposed to be waiting for airline stuff. We learned Spanish so were supposed to leave after 2 months, but were in there for 3 weeks longer.

Anyway, about halfway through we did dumb stuff to just pass the time. My girlfriend would have cookies smuggled in to me a couple times a week through her soon-to-be brother in law that worked security there. We started leaving cookies for the room inspection team just to be nice.

But then we thought it would be fun to test how far the cookies would get us. So we started leaving a piece of clothing out, then an unmade bed, etc. We always left a full plate of “fresh” (night before) homemade cookies. By the end, our room was always a wreck, but every inspection was flying colors. All the other elders on our floor couldn’t figure out why we hadn’t been busted for it.

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 5:23 pm**

ransomme wrote: ↑November 6th, 2023, 5:19 pm
Dusty Wanderer wrote: ↑November 6th, 2023, 5:11 pm
ransomme wrote: ↑October 30th, 2023, 3:12 pm While I was in the MTC a district of missionaries went rock climbing in the canyon. One fell 200ft to his death. Everyone who went out or knew that they went were sent home.
Uh, I might’ve been in the MTC the same time as you… unless this has happened multiple times.
Basically April and May of '95

Ha! So cool. I was there too, brother. Went in April and flew out to Puerto Rico in June. If I remember right is was a group of Polynesian elders and sisters that met up there.

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 8:00 pm**

Reluctant Watchman wrote: ↑November 5th, 2023, 7:26 pm Let’s talk about drugs.

Story 1:
The first time I ever saw drugs (every in my life, mind you) was when a bunch of young kids came up to us and asked if we wanted a cigarette. He opened his packet to reveal about a dozen hand-rolled joints. My companion asked if I’d ever seen or smelled marijuana and I said no. A few days later we were walking up a set of stairs and my companion paused and said, “Hey, do you smell that?” I acknowledge a certain smell, to which he said, “That’s the smell of marijuana.”

Story 2:
We were traveling between cities for a zone conference (via bus) and had a couple sitting among 3-4 companionships of missionaries. At the beginning of the ride the couple got up and shut all of the vents and then pulled out some tin foil, a lighter, and some other items, including a white powder, and began to heat it and inhale the smoke. I think it was heroine. The sister missionaries had to move seats because they were getting headaches.

Story 3:
On one of my trips between mainland Spain and Africa (Ceuta), I had a guy walk past me and mumble something under his breathe. I didn’t catch it at the time, but after rehearsing the tones over and over again in my head I realized he had offered me Hashish or a tar-like substance that is a melted down form of marijuana. He said, “Chocolate, muy bueno, quiere un poquito?” (Translation: Really good chocolate (hashish), do you want a little?)

Story 4:
We were going through an old area book and wanted to visit previous contacts. We ended up in a neighborhood about 30 min walk from our apartment. We knocked on the door of a lady who had some contact w/ previous missionaries. Nobody answered and we walked outside to make new plans. As we were sitting there a man came up to us asking why we were there and what our intentions were. We explained why and he said something like, “Oh, I remember you guys, that lady is my mother.” Somehow we found out we were going back to town and he offered us a ride, during which I asked, “So, what do you do for work?” And he responded, “Why do you ask?” I said that I just liked to get to know people. He then told me very candidly that he was a drug trafficker/smuggler and really enjoyed what he did with all of the traveling and the diversity of people that he was able to meet.

LOL.

I was the Branch President in a small town called Jeremie in Haiti. We once decided that rather than take a crazy tortured 8 hour mountain (school bus) ride (each way), we'd fly. We chartered a plane, or bought all the seats in a tiny Cessna, can't remember which. Turns out the pilot (no co-pilot) was Colombian. Barely spoke French or Creole, but spoke understandable English. I started to ask him questions about where he flew.. but thought better of it.

Kept the conversation to a bare minimum. He was pretty good at flying just above the treetops. I never wondered why....

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 8:13 pm**

The Halls of Hell

In my second area I had a companion that loved to knock doors. We would walk to part of our area, ride the elevator up a building, and then systematically knock all of the doors down to the last floor. I seem to recall that one of the numbers we ended up reporting was the number of doors we had knocked each week. All I know is that we knocked on over 750 doors in a single week and taught one, yes “1”, discussion the entire time. It was so disheartening and dreary walking those dark and poorly-lit hallways.

I remember one time we were looking down the stairwell in the middle of the building to see how many floors we still had to go when right between both of our heads a large glob of spit passed between us. We quickly looked up to see somebody jerk there head back. They had tried to spit on us.

In another apartment we ended up meeting a local pastor in the first few doors of the building. He walked us to the elevator and out the front door. We waited a minute and went back in, knocking to doors in reverse, from first floor all the way back up to the neighbors next to the pastor.

Knocking doors was so ineffective that once that companion left I knocked on less doors the remaining 12 months of my mission than I did that single week in the “halls of hell.”

Posted: **November 6th, 2023, 8:43 pm**

Dusty Wanderer wrote: ↑November 6th, 2023, 5:23 pm
ransomme wrote: ↑November 6th, 2023, 5:19 pm
Dusty Wanderer wrote: ↑November 6th, 2023, 5:11 pm

Uh, I might’ve been in the MTC the same time as you… unless this has happened multiple times.
Basically April and May of '95
Ha! So cool. I was there too, brother. Went in April and flew out to Puerto Rico in June. If I remember right is was a group of Polynesian elders and sisters that met up there.

Wow pretty

Hey, I've got a totally random question for you...
Did you ever become aware of a sister in the MTC with us who was considered very attractive? I mean so many elders were smitten. So much so that they would look for her at devotionals, of the cafeteria.

I think of her as the red dress lady in the Matrix.

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Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences

Re: Share your LDS mission experiences