Small World

It is a small world out there. The other day I went on exchanges with the missionaries. I was talking to them and telling mission stories. I said I served north of Los Angeles. One of the Elders said "it isn't near Arcadia, is it?" I said that is exactly where it is. He said "I have a sister that served there, what years did you serve there?" I said "2000-2002". He said "that is when my sister served." I looked at his name tag and it said Elder Hamilton. I said "is Marianne your sister?", and he said "yes". So the Elder currently serving in my ward, which he is from SLC, UT, is the brother of a sister missionary from my mission 6 years ago. Man, it has been 6 years, sometimes it feels longer, sometimes shorter. In relation to a small world and missions. I was talking to a buddy in my ward and his last name is Steimle. I said there was and apartment in my mission that was named the Steimle Pad. He said "that is my great uncle!" Plus the uncle served as a mission president in Argentina the same years my wife was serving in Argentina, not the same mission, but close enough.

Funny event

So, I was driving in my work van the other day and I heard a train horn. I was nowhere near railroad tracks. Anyway, I continued on my way. There was actually couple making out on the sidewalk. How often does someone see that! This white chevy truck that was right in front of me pulled closer to the sidewalk and apparently this truck had a flippin train horn. The truck's horn went off and scared the nothings out of this couple. It couldn't have been setup more perfect and one of the funniest things I have witnessed.

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