Missionaries who speak some foreign languages don't always arrive at regular transfer times. They enter the MTC whenever there is someone to teach them, and they leave there on different schedules from the main groups. We received three Laotian speaking elders last week. One of them was an all-star high school athlete who was being heavily recruited for college. When diagnosed with cancer, he was told that he would need a cadaver bone inserted into his leg, a lengthy process that would take 2-3 years. When he asked about serving a mission, he was told that it wasn't likely, since he'd need to be under constant medical supervision. He chose to have his leg amputated, just below the knee, and arrived in the field in less than a year.
First day. Because the President was engaged, these three elders were met at the airport by the office elders and oriented by the president's assistants. When they arrived at McKay House, where they would spend the night, the assistants carried Elder X (who is nameless to protect his innocent parents), without his prosthetic, but with a concoction of ketchup and strawberry jam dripping from the stump, into the house, where the office elders were. Their hysteria at having run him over was supported by Elder Walker's (no protection here) hyperventilating. I guess they staged a good show until someone smelled ketchup.
What depth these young missionaries have. Gotta love 'em.
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