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From August 1997 to August 1999, I served a proselytizing mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I was nineteen years old when I left, still a boy. I returned two years later, dramatically changed for my time in the jungles and highlands of Guatemala. But it wasn’t Guatemala that changed me—it was time itself.
Every culture has its rites of passage—initiations from adolescence into adulthood. In the Mormon culture serving a full-time mission is that rite of passage. But like all initiations, there is the inherent risk of failure. I failed mine.
What you are about to read is an account of what happened to me over the course of those two years.
Every culture has its rites of passage—initiations from adolescence into adulthood. In the Mormon culture serving a full-time mission is that rite of passage. But like all initiations, there is the inherent risk of failure. I failed mine.
What you are about to read is an account of what happened to me over the course of those two years.
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