One time, I was on the train to Georgia to visit the Hunsakers, and I had an extra copy of the Book of Mormon. The train was ridiculously crowded, so in Philly, a guy came and sat next to me, and he wanted to talk. At first, I just wanted to be left alone, but as we talked, I started talking about the gospel, and he kept asking me questions about how he could change his life, and about where he could go to church when he starts his life over in Atlanta. To make a long conversation short, I offered him my Book of Mormon, and he took it, and we kept talking about it for a while longer.
It was one of the coolest experiences I've ever had as far as missionary work goes, because he was a complete stranger. I don't even remember his name. Hah, he asked for my number...I didn't give it to him...but it was still cool to be able to share something so important to me with another person who may or may not have been looking for it. Just helped me realize further that's what I wanted to do for a year and a half.
It was one of the coolest experiences I've ever had as far as missionary work goes, because he was a complete stranger. I don't even remember his name. Hah, he asked for my number...I didn't give it to him...but it was still cool to be able to share something so important to me with another person who may or may not have been looking for it. Just helped me realize further that's what I wanted to do for a year and a half.
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