When I first got to South America I was not feeling well. I had endured a horrible experience in the MTC with a mentally unstable; needy; snoring; 300 pound companion and now had a psycho trainer. I felt suffocated and had to get out. I just really needed to be by myself. Several weeks into my arrival I packed my bags one night when my trainer was asleep and crept out the window. I had some money and planned on staying away as long as possible. I slept in someones backyard until the owner caught me and had to leave. My companion sent the bishop out to find me. About a day later I was caught by the bishop walking an abandoned street. I was quickly brought back. I was not by nature a rebellious person and this escapade was uncharacteristic. I was just fed up and needed a break and some time alone. I thought upon my return I would be scolded by the mission president and sent home but nobody made a big deal about it. Later I would learn this was common with new missionaries.

The worst thing I did as a missionary was testify that I knew that Joseph Smith was a prophet thereby leading astray generations and generatoins of good, moral south american folks. If I end up in hell when I am a dead, it will be for this reason.

You just met all of the requirements for true repentance.

You admitted your wrong
you confessed
you're remorseful
and you'll never do it again.

I think about the only way you could pay restitution is by going on line and saying things like you just said.

You are absolved of all sin :)

You need to cut yourself some serious slack. Given the info you had at the time, you did the best you could. Please don't saddle yourself with undeserved guilt, there are enough worthwhile things to keep your brain busy.

When my companion developed gastroenterititis, after I dropped him off at the hospital, I took the bus to the beach. Later I just had to experience Carnival.

Stayed out til all hours at Carnival. Hey, the fun didn't start until at least 10:00 p.m. Everyone told us not to even bother going before then. So we didn't. But it was a total blast. Another time we spent P-day on a beach with the elders drinking Near Beer. In my defense, I was so naive I believed the elders when they told me there was absolutely no alcohol in it. Unlike a missionary trio I was in where the other two sisters willing drank alcohol as so not to offend our best investigators.

An elder in our mission left the mission boundaries to buy swords in Toledo and one of my companions got moved out of her first area for making out with her zone leader.

The craziest thing I did on my mission, was get on the airplane to Salt Lake, so I could attend the MTC. Everything after that was a horrible mistake.

Stayed. It was a huge mistake.

My personal behavior was pretty tame. But one night in Torino, Italy, my comp and I were returning from a very late appointment. It was after 11pm and we really had to pee. We went over to a construction site where they had those old-style round construction lanterns with the big burning wick to warn motorists that there's a big old gaping hole in the road, and we stood over them and peed on them, putting out a few of them. Didn't think anything of it. So what if a couple of people drove into a gaping construction pit? We were Americans, so it didn't matter.

Once my comp and I were passed by a tram and it began dinging crazily at us. We looked over and nutty district leader Elder Davis was at the controls of the tram, laughing and waving at us. He had the gift of gab and could talk Italians out of their own shoes, and had talked the tram driver into letting him have a go.

Got in trouble for that "crazy mistake" too.

well I never went on a mission but my brother was a drug dealer and had a couple of missionaries as clients for a while, and we're not talking weed here...

I've got a lot of fun experiences, but the one that pops into my mind was this one:

As a bean I had relatively little experience on a bike. The other 3 guys in the apt had been out for quite a while and they took great pleasure in taking off and leaving me in the dust. One night we were going out to a restaurant that was good hour + by bike. They as usual took off (it was pretty obvious to me that they were doing it deliberately). I had had enough and decided to stop at a Pachinko parlor. Pachinko is a strange blend of pinball/slot machine/game. It is gambling, but in a roundabout way. Anyway, it couldn't possibly be more against the rules, but I went in and played for a minute, then got back on the bike. A few minutes later all three came towards me all kinds of pissed off. I never really cared much for any of those guys.

Yeah, Pachinko. Whenever we'd be walking down the streets in the Japan, I would pick up stray pachinko balls. By the time I left Japan, I had a whole bottle full. I still have them.

But ignoring all the craziness of the mission experience itself, I worked in the mission office for a couple of months and had a companion I got along well with. We used to take a car and go over a certain bridge. Above 35 mph at the top of the bridge, we would get all four wheels off the ground. I think the fastest we took that bridge was 50.



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We would go to the country and drive backwards so we wouldn't rack up miles!

We put the car up on blocks and ran it in reverse. The odometer didn't budge, darn it. My next companion knew how to disconnect the speedometer, but we never dared do it because it's a violation of federal law in the US. We were in Europe, but I'm sure they had similar laws there too.

Here's something that's pretty crazy. The second half of my mission I used to spend 15-20 minutes of my dinner time or before bed sitting in a certain chair, savoring spoonfuls of chocolate mousse from a container and listening to Johann Strauss's Viennese Waltzes on my cassette deck. I was not to be disturbed! It was my time to recharge and that time was very important to me. If anyone saw fit to tell me otherwise, he would get an earful.

I read the entire Lord of the Rings during "companionship study" when I was with another Tolkien fan.

Had a threesome. One of them got pregnant.

please do tell H9

Lap Dance on Sunset Strip.

Snow skiing in Innsbruck Austria.

In total rebellion, for 4 straight days, the local elders came to our flat and we played card games and just chatted about anything and everything. We pretended we weren't missionaries and just acted like normal people. No funny business, we just refused to work. Then the guilt got to us so we stopped and got back to work.

Later, one of those elders was sent home for doing something very naughty with a single lady they tracted into. His companion was sent to another mission.

I was in the Seoul Korea mission. Invited my buddy-since-middle-school from the Seoul West mission with his comp. Played Dungeons and Dragons for two days straight with them and the three other elders in our district. Some of the best damn D&D I ever played. I bought the books at the Navy base using my dependant's ID card (Navy brat here).

In Barbados, we used to play the theme from "James Bond" on a cassette and drive as fast as possible on one or two lane roads that weaved through the sugar cane fields, as we went to the airport to pick up or drop off missionaries. No visibility, narrow roads, very high speed....lucky we didn't crash.

In Jamaica, I "made out" with a hot Jamaican girl several times before going home. Never confessed because I never felt the need to.

Had Sakamaki shimai teach me chords on the piano while my comp was in another room. My iron rod was very strong that evening.

Ride a horse.

Let's start at the very beginning; it's a very good place to start...

- snuck out of MTC early on a Sunday morning with my comp and walked to the lawn on the Provo Temple ground to watch the sun rise; we also wore our pajamas and brought blankets and pillows

- attended daily group sessions with anorexics and bulemics at the psych hospital to support a comp with these issues

- led a group of missionaries in and out of a casino; no, we didn't stop to gamble

- endured a part-time, local comp's verbal abuse of me while the other comp was in the hospital; then told off the mission president for not relieving me when I asked for support

That's all I can think of right off the top of my head.

- on P-Day, I would ensure that we traveled and explored our surroundings so we visited a local vineyard and winery (we were in Switzerland); they asked us if we wanted some grape juice and we said yes; my comp got drunk and we were laughing our heads off because we sincerely thought it was grape juice (idiot, us)

- by the way, for those who don't know me, I was a sister missionary

When I was in the office as the all-important alpha AP, we would fill paper cups with water and drop them 13 stories down on the people on the sidewalk walking by. Threw paper airplanes.

But the thing that really makes me feel guilty now is that we baptized people solely to look good to other missionaries. Especially drunk, homeless, desperate people. We just used them for our own vanity. I still feel horrible about this when I think about it.

Made-out with a hot married member in her kitchen while her husband and my companion (the branch president) were in the next room. She licked my face like a wildcat. Happened in Bergamo, Italia Nord mission; 1973.



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Oh Man...that sounds wonderful;)

That is insanely hot.

The craziest thing I did was not follow-up with this beautiful less-active member in my area. She was 1 year younger than me and I really liked looking at her. She made me hold to the rod.

One day, my comp and I were at her family's house and it was just us two chatting it up in her hallway, and she asked me what the craziest/funniest thing that has happened to me while tracting. I told her this one time this 80 year old guy answered the door in his underwear, and it was a leopard skinned speedo. She then said "What would you do if I just answered the door in my underwear for you?" I was completely speechless...I seriously don't know how I responded to this day. But defitnely a dumbass to not hook-up with her.