About a year after Andy left on his mission to Baton Rouge, LA, I left on my mission to Houston, TX. When I was transferred to Cameron, LA (my third area), I received a letter from Elder Shadel. I believe he had seen on the ward newsletter that I was in LA. Apparently, at that time there was only one area separating us. It was pretty neat to know that someone from "home" was so "close". We exchanged, at most, a handful of letters. I remember laughing at the missionary comics he sent me. Some were generic to all missionaries, others more described the culture, which seemed to be similar in these neighboring missions.
I don't recall what exactly he said, but I remember one letter that literally took my breath away as I read the testimony he bore at the end. I was shocked to find myself so touched by the power of his testimony. After all, I was a also missionary. I was constantly sharing my own testimony. And I was surrounded by other missionaries doing the same. I shared and listened to testimonies many many times a day. Every day. But despite my surprise, there was something about the testimony at the end of Elder Shadel's letter that sank deep inside of me. It touched me; it changed me. And I found myself looking up to him in a way I never had before.
Our correspondence didn't last long. He went home, and we communicated just enough to arrange taking a class together when I got home. I begged him to take a Physics class with me because it was one of the few classes I still needed to finish my associates degree, and although I had started a couple of Physics classes, I had always dropped them. I hoped that having a friend in the class would get me through it (and it did)!
To be continued in Coming Home
To be continued in Coming Home
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