I remember arriving at airport at 5 AM and having my flight to the Mexico (Missionary Training Center) be canceled
I remember the night I met Elder Nielson, that goofball
I remember thinking that the MTC would be a lot like the mission
I remember my first day in Chile and not being able to understand anyone
I remember the day when we had more less actives and investigators in church than active members.
I remember the days we walked around Frutillar and coming home exhausted
I remember the success we had because of our exact obedience
I remember saying goodbye to Elder Ryan with tears in my eyes
I remember the fear I felt when I received my transfer to Punta Arenas in the middle of winter, when Frutillar was already too cold.
I remember listening to the howling wind and fearing to go outside
I remember the days we just knocked doors
I remember the cold nights
I remember meeting and teaching so many people
I remember thinking it would all be so easy, like a walk in the park, that it would be 2 years of fun, that I was spiritually prepared, and that I was truly converted
I remember when I gave up all I had, and gave it to the Lord.
With Love,
Elder Haddad
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