My last companion to come home from Kentucky came back this week and yesterday I went to her homecoming. Or, the meeting formerly known as... Anyway, I got in touch with some old friends from the mish, and, as always, good times were had by all. Then this morning, I got my weekly email from my best friend out in the field, and I felt the final story was worth a post. So with out any further ado, a classic sampling of missionary life in Kentucky:
"The week here wasnt too out of the ordinary. We were at an investigator's house and her Dora -look-alike granddaughter comes running in and yelling what sounds like, 'hey grandma, i've got your crack pipe!' We all just kinda stare for a bit, not really knowing whats going on. it turns out they were bringing back her crockpot. i was relieved."