The Mission Begins

I have a hard time writing this blog now. I've had it brought to my attention that I am walking around in some state of depression and I kinda have to admit that to myself as well. If I look at myself closely, I see it too. I don't like it, and it's not helping anybody. So I hope I can find my way out of the darkness by actively trying. If not, somebody just bring a flashlight :)

So I think everybody who reads this blog (all 2 of you lol) have heard by now about the lady who lives in Utah and has a son serving in the same mission territory as Manti. She has been my "go to" person with all my questions and has helped me through confusion, fears, and some tears. She's also made efforts to bring me smiles. Well, the day Manti got there, he was met by her son, who was kind enough to get a picture of the two of them made for me, and then he emailed it the next P-day. Wasn't that nice of him?