Lulu just came up to me, looked at me with her big, doe eyes, scratched my knee to get my attention, and then, oh so delicately, farted. All with a look of perfect dignity on her face.
I think she thinks the laughter is a sign of affection.
I’ve had Canada on the brain recently. I suppose the whole world has Canada on the brain right now, but I’m not thinking about Vancouver (much), I’ve been thinking about Saskatoon.
Saskatoon was the first city I served in on my mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. When you’re a missionary, you go where the Mission President tells you to go, and are never more than three feet away from who the Mission President tells you your companion is.
Saskatoon was my favorite city that I visited on my mission. Yes Regina has the temple, and Winnipeg has…stuff, but Saskatoon is special. If I were to move to Canada, Saskatoon would be the city where I’d want to live.
I’ve been thinking specifically about three people who live in Saskatoon, or at least did when I was there in 2002 and 2003.
The first is a man by the name of Tony. I never knew his last name. We met him while we were out tracting (that’s what we call it when missionaries go door-to-door, soliciting appointments and handing out literature, or tracts). He was sitting in a lawn chair in his driveway, so he had to see us coming. In his benefit, he didn’t hide inside like most people do when they see Mormons or Jehovah’s Witnesses coming. He was very friendly, and talked to us about how he had gone through a difficult time in his life recently, but had found religion in another church. (I don’t remember what religion he found, but it was a main-stream one). He wasn’t interested in hearing our message, so we left him with a pass-a-long card. (cards that missionaries hand out, with a phone number or a website where someone can find more information on the church, or order a video, Bible or Book of Mormon free of charge.)
The next was a woman named Danielle. She wasn’t very old–about 28 when I knew her, and had been a model, but her life was a wreck. I think she kept working with us because she wanted friends–she was distraught when I told her I was leaving after the first time I was transfered out, even though I knew I’d be back. She was one of our contacts for the whole two and a half months I was in Saskatoon the first time around, but dropped the discussions sometime in the six months I was away from the city. When I was called to Saskatoon a second time, the first thing I did was call her to let her know I was back, and asked her to return my call if she was interested in continuing the discussions. I never heard from her again.
The third person I think about is a man named Leighton. Leighton was a teacher at a seminary outside of Saskatoon. He lived a few blocks from our apartment, and I think he was in love with my companion. Teaching him was very intense. We even had the chance to visit the seminary, and meet some of his students. I thought he was a solid investigator (someone who is investigating the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and thinking about being baptized), but he had dropped the discussions between the times I was in Saskatoon.
I don’t know why these three people are the ones that I think about (in my head I just pronounced that aboout. I love Canada.) when I think about my mission. I should think about people like Marjorie and Jaime, people I worked with who eventually got baptized (I do, quite a bit, actually, but I don’t wonder about them like I do Tony, Leighton and Danielle). I should think about Gerta, Darcie and Ann, the sweet members of the Church who helped us so much. I should think about companions, and the friendships made and the lessons learned. And, really, I should be thinking about Winnipeg–I spent twice as much time there as I did in Saskatoon.
I don’t know how much of an impact I had on Leighton or Danielle’s lives. I don’t know if Tony even remembers me–I don’t even know why I remember Tony. But these three people had a huge impact on me–and I don’t think I’ll ever forget them.