We arrived early in Provo, so we did a little shopping before going to the MTC. Everywhere we went, we saw families with young men in white shirts who looked very green faces, as if they would like to turn and run back home as fast as they can. I think in a way, it was good for Jared to see them because it helped him to see that these young men were just as scared as he was.
Jared, wearing his lucky green tie, is just moments away from entering the doors to the MTC. No longer do we go in and sit down and watch mormon ads which always make the Momma's cry. Now we pull in and see missionaries in white shirts lining the sidewalks. As you pull up, a missionary opens every door and assists the occupants out. They unload the luggage and give you a few seconds to say good bye and they are gone. Of course that doesn't stop the Momma from crying, we just don't have to cry as long.
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