NYNYS Mission June 17-22, 1996

So, a few things. I didn’t write about it, but I remember the baptism at Rockaway Beach. It was the only baptism I went to at the beach. I remember there being a dozen missionaries there and the beach was loaded with hundreds of people if not more, all in their swimming attire. After the person was baptized, everyone on the beach started clapping. Yes, we did have pagers. I had one. I thought I was cool beans.

NYNYS Mission June 12-16, 1996

Self-righteous what? Where are you? [You’re on a mission] Things [that] remind us of what we need to do to be blessed [are not self-righteous.] Some missionaries are prideful, and they call those who try to do their best self-righteous. […] I’ve noticed Nephi in my reading was so humble. He didn’t want to be that way to his brothers. But God commanded him and he followed. They thought he was self-righteous.

How did I do this week? Sept 17-23

It was my son’s birthday last weekend. We gave him an MP3 player for his birthday. He would rather have had a phone, but we haven’t gone that far yet. When his sister hit that age, we did buy a flip phone, then a Gabb phone. But she had a constant need and was super responsible. My son doesn’t do much that would require it. When we do, it will likely be as dumb as a brick.

NYNYS Mission June 3-6, 1996

Wow, rain all day.  12 hours straight.   Wow did we get wet.  It’s a good thing we didn’t have an appointment today or we wouldn’t have gotten very wet.  A member made us some hot chocolate.  That was nice of them.  Well, that’s about the extent of it all.  Transfer calls came and [Elder] and I are together for one more month. 

NYNYS Mission May 28-31, 1996

I had been out and around Manhattan all day.  When I went back to meet my comp in Time Square an Elder told me a girl, a nanny from Connecticut was looking for me and she was just there.  She was now up the street so I ran up the street.  I went up the street I saw a little crowd of girls and Lisa, Matt Johnson’s girlfriend was there.   She remembered I was in New York and looked for me.  Of all the days we ended up in Manhattan on the same day. What a blessing.  She was even at my farewell. Wow. 

Falling to My Death

As I have been reading my mission journals, I have come across many instances where I kept my past a secret. I’m not 100% sure what it was. The desire could have been from embarrassment or a feeling as though it was not appropriate. There was an extreme embarrassment around peers. Having to explain why I was so far behind my peers.