Well, my
first day was kinda… rough… I got up at 3:00 AM after going to bed at 12:30 AM.
The bus ride to the airport was interesting. To drive by “home” again, to see
all the things of my “past life” that I finally got used to the idea that it is
going to be two years before I see them again. It was odd. Driving by the exits
to my families houses, to school, to work… almost 20 years of memories that I
almost got “put away” all come flooding back.
Finally, we get to the airport. I get all ready to go; checked in and such, and it’s time to find a payphone. I have been looking forward to this for the past six weeks of the MTC. But, now that I am here, why is it so hard to dial the numbers? Finally Mom answers. Luckily she was in a talking mood. I had no idea what to say. It was bitter sweet moment getting to talk to them (Mom, Dad and Brandon). I enjoyed it a lot, but it was kind of hard. At least I got to tell them “I love you” a lot more than a piece of paper can say.
The flight was good. It made me sick though. For three days I was dizzy. We had a big meeting with all the 32 elders and one sister on my plane. They made the assignments for our “temporary trainers”. Turns out President Bubert can’t get us all interviewed today. They set me up with Elder Kasen. He seems like a cool dude. He is going home in three months. He is very ready, and he will be the first to tell you. We had no lessons today. We went over a few things then went to dinner with two Elders in a Samoan ward. We waited around for an hour in their apartment until the member finally dropped off two subway sandwiches for the four of us. The Elders were ticked, but I didn’t mind. I was still sick from the plane. We sat around for another 30-40 minutes, which is really annoying. I didn’t come on a mission to sit around. Plus, the white handbook clearly states dinner is an hour max. Dad said that if you feel home sick, the best medicine is work it off. It’s weird, when the last thing you want to do is work, do it anyways and you will feel better. So, let’s stop sitting around and go try! Well, long story short, I didn’t talk to a single person positively! Everyone I talked to just wanted to hate the church and hate God and hate me for representing it. I have never felt so disliked by random strangers.
We walked and walked for 3 hours. Knocking a few doors on the way, but mainly talking to people. I thought my shoes were broken in; I guess not. By the end of the night, my feet had huge blisters all over. I literally walked till I bled, then walked some more.
Finally we get home. We planned for tomorrow, but I didn’t have a planner yet so I mainly just sat around while Elder Kasen did it; then went to bed. I was quite homesick. It has been four months since then and life is much better now and I understand why a lot of things happened that way!
Love you all!
Elder Lloyd
Finally, we get to the airport. I get all ready to go; checked in and such, and it’s time to find a payphone. I have been looking forward to this for the past six weeks of the MTC. But, now that I am here, why is it so hard to dial the numbers? Finally Mom answers. Luckily she was in a talking mood. I had no idea what to say. It was bitter sweet moment getting to talk to them (Mom, Dad and Brandon). I enjoyed it a lot, but it was kind of hard. At least I got to tell them “I love you” a lot more than a piece of paper can say.
The flight was good. It made me sick though. For three days I was dizzy. We had a big meeting with all the 32 elders and one sister on my plane. They made the assignments for our “temporary trainers”. Turns out President Bubert can’t get us all interviewed today. They set me up with Elder Kasen. He seems like a cool dude. He is going home in three months. He is very ready, and he will be the first to tell you. We had no lessons today. We went over a few things then went to dinner with two Elders in a Samoan ward. We waited around for an hour in their apartment until the member finally dropped off two subway sandwiches for the four of us. The Elders were ticked, but I didn’t mind. I was still sick from the plane. We sat around for another 30-40 minutes, which is really annoying. I didn’t come on a mission to sit around. Plus, the white handbook clearly states dinner is an hour max. Dad said that if you feel home sick, the best medicine is work it off. It’s weird, when the last thing you want to do is work, do it anyways and you will feel better. So, let’s stop sitting around and go try! Well, long story short, I didn’t talk to a single person positively! Everyone I talked to just wanted to hate the church and hate God and hate me for representing it. I have never felt so disliked by random strangers.
We walked and walked for 3 hours. Knocking a few doors on the way, but mainly talking to people. I thought my shoes were broken in; I guess not. By the end of the night, my feet had huge blisters all over. I literally walked till I bled, then walked some more.
Finally we get home. We planned for tomorrow, but I didn’t have a planner yet so I mainly just sat around while Elder Kasen did it; then went to bed. I was quite homesick. It has been four months since then and life is much better now and I understand why a lot of things happened that way!
Love you all!
Elder Lloyd
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