Saturday, November 27, 2010

day 7


Someone who has made your life worth living for.

To be completely honest, I'm sure if I were married or had a kid or something, they would go here. but i don't, so I really don't know what to put here except..........


모연경 자매님. Sister Mo Yun-gyeong.


I met Sister Mo 2 years ago. The week of Thanksgiving in 2008. My companion had tried to discribe her unique personality but nothing did it justice. I met her at English class that Saturday and I think at first she was intimidated by a "new missionary" in the area. But we QUICKLY became friends. I think one of the first questions she asked me was "what is your blood type?" and when I answered "AB+" she freaked out because she had the same kind. INSTANT FRIENDSHIP.


We met every single Monday for the next 7 months of my mission. The last seven months of my mission. I worked SO hard trying to teach her the gospel. I had to teach every principle 3 times until she got it. I called her every night to get her to quit drinking coffee and I saw her every Saturday for english class. On Sunday I would call her at 8 in the morning to wake her up for church. She was my favorite Korean ever.


We called eachother sister. She called me her "older" sister because I was so smart and helped her life, even though I was only 22. It was such a compliment. I called her my twin. I've never met anyone who had a personality so close to mine. We really were twins.


On the day of her baptism I thought my life was complete. I don't think I've ever felt such happiness. It was the best day of my life.


Saying goodbye to her was the worst day of my life. She took my hand and said, "Thank you Crockett. Because of you I'm a good person." I cried.


She makes my life worth living because whenever I think about doing anything remotely wrong I think of her and what I taught her and I know that I know better. I think of what she thinks I am, and I try to be that person. She truly thought I was an angel. So every morning I wake up and I try to be that angel for her. Every good thing I do is for her.


I miss her more than anything in the world. I e-mail her every month. And I've only heard from her once since I've been back, but I think about her every day.


And how she made my life worth living.

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