Going Home

The day before I was to leave for home. We went to the mission home. They prepared a big feast for us and a party. I was too sick to even come down to the dinner. I went to bed early and tried to get strong enough to make the trip back to California the next day. The next day we were taken early out to the airport to make the trip back home. As I was waiting in the airport, I accidently dropped my ticket on the floor. After I noticed it missing I was scared but a nice airport employee found it and returned it to me.

The trip back home only took two hours. I sat next to Catholic Nun who was nice but not interested in my mission. I was also sitting across from the isle from another missionary. When we arrived at Los Angles, we had to make an abort our landing at the last second. It was a big surprise and the elder next to me, lost his lunch and threw up all over himself.

When I got down on the ground I quickly went through customs because I didn't have a lot of gifts or things with me. I then walked toward the gate and found my family. I nearly walked right past my mother because her hair was now all gray. I didn't reconize her at all and they didn't reconize me much either. I was a thin bean pole.

It was a great shock coming home. Everything and everyone was so rich and wealthy. I was used to the poorer people in Mexico. Plus I had a hard time with my English. English sounded so strange to me. I enjoyed the more melodic/romatic Spanish language. I came home and a Saturday. I was asked to give the prayer in Sacrament meeting the next day. I couldn't pray in English. I had to give the pray in Spanish because I couldn't remember the right words in English any more.

I didn't have any regular clothes that fit, so my sister took me to a mall and to buy my some good clothes. My mom was worried about how thin I was and sent me to the doctor first thing Monday morning. He gave me a complete physical and told me and my mother that I would be all right but I needed to rest and eat a lot.

I didn't get to rest much because I left for Provo, Utah just fourteen days after I came home to go back to school. This was great because I was going crazy resting at home.

I enjoyed my mission. I am very glad I went to Mexico. Things were not very easy their but it was worth it every bit. I encourage all to go on a mission.