Moments of Significance
And many came to pass this week...
On Wednesday I had my interview with President Gasser, where I received my release date. It has already been processed-my exit interview with President will be April 18, 2007-exactly seven months from today.
Yes, I know.
On Thursday I got sick as a dog and had to talk to Dr. Moody-the mission's doctor who lives in Germany. The result of the conversation was that the APs (Assistants to the President) came to our apartment at 10 o'clock at night to give me anitbiotics and a priesthood blessing. I am still really congested but have been able to put in full days' worth of work ever since.
On Sunday morning we received transfer calls. The threesome is over and I will be the Senior companion with Sister Waldie and staying here in Kispest. Elder Kinghorn from my group in the MTC is coming up to serve with me again, which I am stoked for. He along with 5 other of my elders are going Senior as well. We grow up so fast!
For all of you who have no idea what the heck "Senior" is, I apologize. We serve as missionaries in companionships, usually in twos unless there is an odd number in the mission then threes (hence: "threesome"). In a companionship there is a Senior Companion and a Junior Companion-the Senior has been in the field longer-sometimes only one tranfer longer. The Senior is the leader-if things go great it is a great companionship. If things go terribly there is a bad Senior Companion. It is a chunk of responsibility, but it will also be a lot of fun. Sister Waldie is amazing and the transition will be a slice of cake for me. I am stoked.
Anywho, I hope all is well on the other side of the rainbow, where ever you may be on that side. I am loving you all, Dear Ones and can hardly believe I will be rejoining in only 7 months...
Well, it wouldn't be Today if that didn't happen...
When I was a child, my Mumz often read to me
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Vorist. It depicts a day in the life of a boy named (strangely enough) Alexander and his day. He mention after each bought of problems he experiences that he is going to Australia (and funny enough I have a dear friend from the Land Down Under who gives the very same advice to everyone's woes!). At the end of the book he states one last time that it has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. He then concludes with, "My Mom says some days are like that. Even in Australia."
Well, Alexander's final words of wisdom have always been a treasured gem and I have quoted them often throughout my life. I even asked Mumz to type up the story and have read it twice in DDM (District Development Meeting) as the Tip from the the Homefront.
They have somewhat been my Mantra this transfer. For several reasons, I have found Alexander's sage observation roll through my head many, many times this transfer. There is often no rhyme or reason for the timing of our trials...no visible one at least...and I am content to sigh and remind myself that "Some days are like that...even on your mission."
By the end of the day on Friday-the evening
everything went wrong-I coined the phrase that titles this post.
"Well it wouldn't be Today if that didn't happen..."
What is the most terrible part of it that I made a bone-headed mistake that caused the most frantic part of the day. For what ever reason as a giant group of missionaries and members of the church made our way from one church building to another in the city for a special concert, I got lost talking to a girl on the villamos (trolley). I looked around and didn't see a single one of the people in our group and assumed that I had missed the stop and departed the villamos.
I did not miss the stop. I simply didn't see the group.
What followed was
chaos for the whole group and it was all my fault...
But all's well that ends well, that's what I say and eventually everyone made it to the concert in the Stake center.
Key word being "Eventually".
But, some days are like that...even on your mission.
