My Last Week

White Shirts? Check

Slacks? Check

Black Socks? Check

Shoes? Check

Garments? Check

Baptismal clothes? Check

Flight itinerary? Check

Yapese copy of The Book of Mormon? Check (just in case)

Crocs? Check

Nervous? ...Check

(I came across this poem today - just thought I'd share.)

The Plane Ride

As I stare out the window,

The tears still in my eyes.

I saw the friends and those I love,

As we had said our last good-byes.

The ride was long and trying,

As two questions plagued my mind.

Do I want the life that's up ahead,

Or the one I left behind.

Two years is such a long, long time,

For going door to door.

In my reflecting I thought to myself,

There really must be more.

I dragged myself down off the plane,

And stared smiling at the beach.

When a man turned me the other way,

Saying, "Elder, Go find and teach”.

I sit reflecting once again,

As this day is my last.

“Please Lord this isn't fair,

The time goes way to fast”.

And I stare out the window,

The tears still in my eyes.

I see the Elders and those I love,

As we've said our last good-byes.

The ride was long and trying,

As two questions plagued my mind.

“Do I want the life that's up ahead,

Or the one I've left behind?”

-Author Unknown