My first greenie was an angel, a veritable blue-eyed, blond haired cherub with gleaming white teeth and a perky sunny disposition that would challenge Elle Woods any day (but y'know, more wholesome...) It was a warm, fuzzy six weeks. My next greenie came to me at six feet tall, long dark hair, and a tracting personality exactly like unto Wednesday Addams (Spawn, if you're reading this, you know I'm right. The end.) Our relationship was cemented on our first night when we passed a barbecue stand and she exclaimed "They have SQUID?" If I can find the picture of us with the tentacles hanging out of our mouths I'll be sure to post it.
Gosh, I went through this whole post of writing up my favorite story and then realized I had already published it. Talk about blogging faux pas! So anyway, if you're curious as to what my Saving Spawn looks like, see below picture of her summer trip to Ghana to save the children. She's the coolest person I know. I'm proud to list her as one of my progeny.
So I know I'm asking a stratified sample of you readers out there, but what's your favorite mission adventure?(and yes, Handsome Rob, if you are reading this you'll recognize this story cut and pasted from my email... but it was a great story, eh? How bout your purple marker monkey one??)
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even i remember this story cut and pasted, but i still enjoy hearing it yet another time :)
Yes, even though I've never actually met Sister Wright, after I heard the story felt like we were old friends.
I have an amazing amount of funny mission stories, but I'll just share one I've been thinking about lately.
...It was my second time serving in Xin Ying. It had been almost 1 year since I had graced the doorstep of the elders apartment on the 11th floor. As I stepped into the kitchen kitchen instant memories of hurling food onto the roof of the bank next door flooded back into my mind. (my favorite being two bags of dou fu soup.)
Thinking the now present elders wouldn't approve of such reckless behavior, I didn't suggest any possibly entertaining food items to launch. Well, you can imagine my surprise when a couple days later Elder Gao came sprinting past me into the kitchen out onto the tiny patio with a large watermellon cradled in his hands. It looked for a moment as if victory would be ours, but then... The watermellon was short about 3 feet. It went crashing into the side of the bank and bursted open. Red chunks flew everywhere. Luckily no damage was done by the water mellon shell to the cars below. However, I still cringe when I think about the two employees who were on their break, chatting next to the bank. The big read streak that went down the bank windows was promptly cleaned within a weeks time. Thanks for the memories E. Gao.
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I always wondered why certain mission rules were even rules (no BB guns, no hanging off of light fixtures, no mud wrestling, etc.)...and then I met the elders. Was there a new rule instigated: No hurtling watermelons off rooftops??
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