Cool story from our backyard:
I went to my cousin's mission farewell today, and I was talking to my aunt afterwards. She told me that there is a family that lives down the road from her, and the mother is from Japan (where her husband served his mission, coincidentally...) and because of this the kids grew up bilingual, speaking Japanese and English. So the whole family kind of thought that their son would go to Japan on his mission, since he's already fluent. But they were surprised when he got called to Brazil, speaking Portuguese. But hey, what can you do, right? Never plan on stuff like that, that's what. Anyway, at some point he gets transferred to this small mountain village...a village with a random (well, random to me, I don't know their lives) little community of Japanese people, many of whom were happy to hear the good news of the Gospel, especially because there was a man there who could teach it to them in their own language. Which I thought was really cool! It's things like that that stay with you and really make you feel important and worthwhile. Not to mention the fact that he was able to help out other people in a way that probably not many other people, if any, who would pass through there could. And I like that it happened.
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