525,600

The other day one of my friends, who is the girlfriend of my second trainee posted on her Facebook
"525,600 minutes". Then I realized it was his one year mark as a missionary. It's pretty insane how fast time passes. I can remember the day that I got to country in Thailand and I can remember the day that I got him. And I remember the day that I finished my mission.  It all seems just like yesterday. And so this week, I have been thinking about what has happened in a years time.

I remember where I was around this time last year. In August of last year, my first trainee has left me and I got a new companion. I remember one of our first days together, we walked down the street , sat down and ate some waterfall pork and some papaya salad. Hot. Tired. But pretending to be enthusiastic about constant rejection. It was around this time last year that Elder Perich's trainee didn't get in the taxi with him. Thailand. Thonburi. Rejection.

The year before that, I was in Bangkapi. With my Dad. And we had no investigators. We worked hard, but it never seemed like we really had investigators. I remember one day where we stopped to cut the lawn with some Isaan workers outside a gas station.

The year before that, I was at the Y, learning how to be a freshman and meeting people that were either insane or cool.

Time flies eh?