One of my grandsons got to the MTC, got stampeded into confessing previously unrevealed "sin" and was sent home, where he dutifully spend a year of his life 'convincing' the bishop and SP that he was now a good boy, so then off he went, back to the MTC. So three years wasted, instead of just two.
And now it's been a few months and apparently, he's still a good mormon, although he's rockin' a goatee.
At least the second oldest declined to go!
There's a third brother. I suppose it would be my preference that he not waste his and other people's time.
The year before going on my mission I went to BYU. While there I had a girlfriend who was anxious to try all the things her mother had taught her NOT to do with a boy (thanks mom!!). When I got home from school I did the repentance thing with my home Bishop and Stake President. I was told that I would have to speak with a General Authority. Between the time of my dealings with my Bishop/Stake Prez and my meeting with the G.A., my BYU girlfriend made a surprise visit and we picked up right the we had left off. When I met with the G.A. he was such a nice, kind old man that couldn’t bring myself to tell him what I had done a week before. Instead I told him of what I had done during my time at BYU. He wished me luck and told me to be careful on my mission (so much for discernment).
After five weeks in the MTC I got sucked into confessing my previously unrevealed past. I was kicked upstairs to the MTC Prez who told me to write three letters home explaining what I had done - one to my Bishop, one to my Stake Prez, and one to my…father. I told him that two out of three wasn’t bad because there was NO WAY I was going to write such a letter to my father. He told me to write the other two. A week later he met with me again after a G.A. fireside in the MTC. The G.A. was with him in his office and he had my Stake Prez on the phone. My Stake Prez told me all was forgiven and to have a great mission. The MTC Prez said that he had spoken to my Bishop and he was in agreement. Then the G.A. said, “Oh, and we told your father. He supports you staying on your mission as well”.
That pissed me off, I immediately lost all desire to stay, and I heard myself say, “You sons of bitches. I told you he wasn’t to be told.” I told them I was done and asked who made my travel plans home. They were shocked and did all they could to convince me to stay. They must have had success in the past bullying missionaries but this time they picked on the wrong one...I was through. A few hours later I walked out of the front door of the MTC and into a van to take me to the airport. I flew home and walked into a whole new kind of HELL there once I landed.