Memories

I saw an old picture of mine back when I was still a missionary. Yes people! I was once in my life a Mormon missionary (Di halata noh!) . It brought back a lot of good and bad memories. All the miles we walked, the times you got chased by dogs, being called a cult and in one case an antichrist. All the tears you cried and the laughter’s you shared with the people you have learn to love. Something I will cherish for the rest of my life.