Third Hour Posted March 26, 2019 Report Share Posted March 26, 2019 It was early in the Summer of 2015 when I awoke, by accident, 45 minutes later than the missionary schedule dictated. It was destined to happen that day. I woke up my companion who would shower first, giving me the perfect amount of time to escape. I'd thought about it for weeks now, my plan to run away. I had enough personal money, some money from my missionary card I could pull from the nearest ATM (mostly so I couldn't be tracked), and a train station close by that could get me directly to NYC in less than an hour. It was thrilling to image that I could be on a plane to Europe starting my new life before my companion had even realized I was gone! The night before this, I had written a private letter to Heavenly Father and Jesus telling them that I couldn't do it any longer: I couldn't be the messenger they wanted me to be. I wrote that I wasn't capable of helping other people... View the full article Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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