To create a mental image of the anguish I went through, I would like to provide several facets of my experience. On 25 July 2017 I began my journey of the most demanding 6 weeks of my life. I was called to serve in Loveland, Colorado. This area …show more content…
As a missionary, you always have a companion. Normally when one missionary is transferred to a new area, his companion has already been in the area for at minimum 6 weeks. In this situation, I did not have a companion that had previously been in the area. In fact, I had been told I would be training two new missionaries. Generally speaking, if given the opportunity to train, missionaries will only train one missionary at a time. As if my situation wasn't tricky enough, I was told I would be a District Leader. With this responsibility, I conducted a meeting where I trained a group of 4-6 missionaries once a week, cared for the missionaries in my district, ensured missionaries were performing at their best, and trained them on an individual level. On top of all of this, my two companions and I were to ride bikes around town, while others had vehicles to drive. My companions and I biked 20-25 miles each day in 75-95 degree Fahrenheit weather. Additionally, we wore white button-up shirts, ties, dress shoes, and dress slacks. This was challenging for me as I wasn't conditioned for such a physical demand. As we biked around town, people would drive by, shouting incredibly rude phrases to us. Our duty as missionaries