My weird, rule-breaking mission story is here.]]>
I wish I would have spent more time getting to know some of the members and becoming their friend, not just another missionary pumping them for contacts/referrals/etc.]]>
Are you in Vegas, annegb?]]>
It’s not a nice little town anymore.]]>
Sometimes he would drive by himself to St. George to work with Hispanics (he was Spanish-speaking) leaving me in Mesquite by myself. I would arrange splits for all that time except when I was sleeping.
When it was my turn to drive, I would make sure the radio was turned off before he got in (he left it on when he drove). After awhile, he’d forget to turn it on at all when I was driving.
By the time the three months were over, we were having companionship study together. Not a total write-off I guess.
Actually, come to think of it, I wish I knew what he was up to.]]>
OOOoooooooooooooo, you bad boy! Talk about a Peter! Anyway, Tim asked for worst stories, not regrets.