All my life I have been close to my cousin Austin. I was born in June of 1995 and he was born in January of 1996; we were only six months apart. Although I lived in central California, and he lived in Las Vegas, every time we got together, we were inseparable.
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| The collage I made when Austin left for his mission |
As we grew up, his brothers both
went on missions, one in Philadelphia, and the other in Connecticut. My family
used to joke with Austin that when the time came for him to serve his mission,
he was going to get sent somewhere extremely third world, somewhere riddled
with germs and dirt and disease. The funny thing about that was that our whole
lives, Austin’s brothers were the adventurous ones. They were the ones that
would drive out to the desert and blow up propane tanks with guns and tan on
the roofs in their underwear, while Austin was the one who wanted germ-x for
Christmas and stayed indoors and loved Disney Land and Harry Potter.
When the time came for him to open
his mission call, we all waited with baited breath. He opened it, and, as we
suspected, he was called to serve in the Antofagasta, Chile, mission. Now,
before anyone gets offended, I know that Chile doesn’t exactly fit the
description above, but it was dirty enough for us to laugh at ourselves for
telling the future.
Austin was called to report to the
Mexico CCM (MTC) on September 24, 2014. This was amazing to me because out of all the missions in the world, my
mission in Argentina turned out to be a mere three-hour flight from his.
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| Worldwide Mission Stats |
It's funny how it worked out; even
while serving the Lord, we will still be close.
Audios, Aloha, Till Next Time,
Hermana Spencer
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| Austin and I with our respective shirts |
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