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Missionaries.  It may seem obvious that they would have influenced my decision to go on a mission.  But missionaries have been a big part of my life since I was like 5.  The Elders taught  my mom at first, and then we had some Sisters who came and taught her.  I was baptized 6ish years after her, so we had a lot of missionaries in our home in that time.  When I started going to church when I was 5, I wouldn't go to primary without one of the missionaries coming with me.  As I got older, I understood more who the missionaries are and what they do. Even now, we still have the missionaries over a lot, and even back at school I knew a bunch of missionaries through James.

I have looked up to these people for years.  Many years.  Anyone willing to give up 2 years or 18 months of their life has always been interesting to me.  Interesting in a good way.  So I guess my point is...missionaries have influenced me to be a missionary, just by their examples.  They are the ones who, without even realizing it, first gave me the idea that maybe some day I could serve a mission.

That being said...you never know who you are affecting and making an impression on!  Would you want to follow the example you're setting?  Just something to think about :)

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  1. it is weird when you become one, because you are no longer looking up at them. you're on the playing field with them.

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  2. yeah...I imagine it's akin to being an EFY counselor.

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