Never too late

Since I came to Provo to hang out with my friends from my mission, I was also able to spend time walking alone in the area I served while my friends were in class.

There is an old couple, the Anderson, living in the Grandview area. I always felt bad because I didn't stay in touch with them after my mission. I was very lazy as I didn't like writing letter, but it is the only way I can contact with them; e-mail is too new to them. I had been thinking about them a lot in the last few months especially since I came to Idaho. Eventually, I had the opportunity to do it today. I woke up in a hotel; I wanted to find a computer with Internet access to look for the address of them. But I ought to remember I am in Utah; I can't get whatever I want handy. I did test myself, I tested my how much I believe in the mission spirit I still have. I just followed the feeling to the direction and walked.

I was excited to see the convenient store Seven Eleven because I remember I liked to buy the chicken wings there for lunch. But this time, I bought two burritos. The taste was different from the wings but the similar feeling. I kept walking. I wanted to say "hi" to the people like what I did. There was a little bit sadness in my heart, I can't do the things I used to do anymore. I kept walking and thinking, to think of the feeling I used to have. Eventually, I faced an intersection. I stopped and wondered which direction I should go. I closed my eyes for a few second then I decided to turn life with all my confidence. I kept walking and passed by two houses. That is the one. There is a decoration with their name "Johnny and Arlene Anderson" on the door.

They remember me. They remember my name, Elder Tang. There will never be any better feeling than being called Elder Tang. Sister Anderson told me the things I don't even remember. Several minutes later, a member of the ward came by. She was there because she needed to interview the Anderson about the things happened in the last six months. It seemed like I was there the right time to hear the story. Several minutes later, I wished that story was never happened. Brother Anderson was suffered from a serious illness in the last six months since he fell over. He had few surgeries. Sister Anderson was told many times from the doctors that he didn't much time left. She was asked if she had "any plan" for him. She did; but the plan meant to her was not to give up. Many prayers and fasts, Brother Anderson broke the words of the doctors, he is able to live. It is a miracles. I can't never believe that it did happen when he opened the door for me. But it happened.

I was so glad for this visit. I understand why I kept thinking of them that much in the last few months.

I am glad that I was not too late.