So, I love people. I mean, I love specific people but I also love people as that collection of wonderfully different individuals who change my life with the brief moments that we talk, share and show that we love.
I bring this up because of an experience I had on the airplane yesterday. I usually don't talk much to the people I sit next to on airplanes for various reasons some of which are my fault. Yesterday I was flying to Utah from California. I sat next to this very nice man who was returning from a business trip.
We talked for the full 2 hours while we were on the flight. We talked about everything from his new grandson to missions to having general authorities in his ward. We had a great conversation and I am glad I got to spend my time learning from him. Sometimes i wonder why I don't learn more about the people around me. If I am going to be a missionary, I should learn how to start talking to people, right?
Split pea soup with salt lamb - Saltkjöt og baunir
11 months ago
2 comments:
having a general authorities?
absolutely! at least thats what i think. i mean for the most part many of the people you come across at moments like these are people you are not likely to ever see again. so what is there to lose? and especially as a missionary. every encounter with a new person is an opportunity waiting to happen.
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