Today I met a missionary who proved to me exactly how small the Mormon world is:
1. He is from Firth, Idaho. I have a brother who lives about 20 minutes away from his house. Consequently, that same brother also served in the Texas East Mission (ten years ago).
2. He attended college at CSI - a former basketball camp haunt of yours truly.
3. His brother worked for the Sorenson family (whom I've known my entire life) in Clover Valley, which is just across the mountains from Ruby Valley. Apparently the brother knows my family.
4. And finally, his companion in the Missionary Training Center was Japanese. As if a Japanese elder being called on a Spanish speaking mission in America wasn't odd enough, the Japanese elder grew up in Sapporo, Japan, which is where I served MY mission. And not only did he grow up in Sapporo, his last name is Baba...as in the same Baba who was a stake president (or was it the mission presidency...) while I was on my mission.
I think I scared the little elder (and he was little. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought he was fifteen) when I shouted at him, "SHUT UP! ELDER BABA???"
Needless to say, I was much more impressed than he was...
3 comments:
Wow. That's really freaky. Congratulations. Um, here's my secret--1 stick of butter. Dry the turkey really well with paper towels before you massage it with the butter so it sticks better. Get some butter under the breast skin. Really, just 1 stick of butter and practice your massaging skills since you obviously aren't getting good enough use of them in class. :)
Well spoken. That always happens...
Here's one for you...my roommate who is from the Beaumont area served the majority of her mission in Firth ID. I've been to Firth several times as a result and it's lovely but out in the middle of no where and very small. I'm sure she knows the Elder you met.
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