I feel that it really is true when they say that there isn't a day that goes by that you don't think about your mission. No one has really asked - and I haven't really offered, to hear about my mission stories. Since stories and moments are often on my mind I have decided that every Friday I will share a little memory or story with you all. Now, enjoy . . .
the 307th missionary for President and Sister Higham.
I remember the first time that I saw this bigger than life wall hanging on the wall of the mission home. It was right after we had been taken to the Mormon Battalion Monument and I felt like I was sweating and melting into the ground because I had arrived in Tucson on August 8th and you never want that month of August to be your first introduction to Arizona weather. I had arrived with 19 Elders and 1 sister and to let you know that was the biggest group to ever arrive at the mission home during the Higham's( pronounced High -am not Hig-ham, like Marcos always wants to say) 3 years. The above wall hanging was about 3 ft. wide and 8 ft hide and I never thought that I would make it to having my name on it because when I stepped off the plane I was sure that I had made a mistake and wanted to turn my little self around and fly back to non-Hell temperatures and familiar people and places. I'm glad that I didn't. That 18 months changed my life. If was harder than I ever imagined it would be but hopefully you will see in the experiences that I share with you how more than worth it I felt it really was. . . .