is thinking about a young kid I met in an airport a few years ago. I cant remember if it was Minneapolis, Minnesota or Cincinnati, Ohio. I was making a connecting flight and he was standing in the concourse. He had on a Mormon Missionary badge and so I walked up to him and said, Hey, Elder, are you coming or going? He said, Going. Where are you going? I asked. Brazil. Where is your companion? They said there might be someone in Atlanta. So youre alone? Yes. Have you ever been out of the country, Elder? No. This is my first time. Hows your mom? Shes good. I just said, Good-bye to her a few minutes ago. Are you alright? You got everything you need? Im fine. Thanks. Okay. Well, you take care. I had to get away from him so he wouldnt see me cry. Here is this kid, leaving the country all by himself, with nothing more than, They said there might be someone in Atlanta and hes telling me his mom is okay, and he doesnt need anything. I still have a hard time thinking about that scene. Too young to be afraid, relying on the faith of his mother, he is off to a foreign country for two years, to do he knows not what. Early tomorrow morning it will be my son, Aaron Joseph Puzey off to Argentina. He may get a chance to call us from the airport as he goes from the Missionary Training Center to Buenos Aires. From our arms into Gods hands. Well see you in a couple of years, buddy. I love you.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 05:04:02 +0000
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