Miller, Heath P

Intro: My mission began in a way I can only describe as chaotic, yet unforgettable. After arriving in Botswana after 2 days of travel and spending some time at the mission home, I was sent to a village called Kanye, where I would serve several times during my mission. I was with my trainer, Elder Pirie, a fellow Albertan, and Elder Thomas. On our way, we stopped in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. It was dark, the air was smoky, people were speaking a language I didn’t know, and I had no idea what I was doing. Before I knew it we were back in the car on our way home. That night ended with a plate of something I couldn’t identify—something I would later come to be familiar with: Pap (maize meal) and beef/bone soup, cooked by Elder Thomas. The next morning began with my long hair being buzzed off. President Walker had told me in orientation that “your trainer will show you where the barber is”. I guess the barber was Elder Pirie, a kitchen chair, and my cheap pair of clippers. I ...