It’s mid-December and I’m sitting in a hot, humble living room in Sete Lagoas, Minas Gerais, Brazil. I’m wearing new shoes, blue slacks, my lucky tie, and a white short sleeve dress shirt that still smells like JCPenney and the food court.

I’m also wearing that iconic black tag with my name and the name of the faith of my fathers:

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

I’m literally sitting on the edge of my chair, locked in, leaning forward, and laser focused on the moment. I’d been to the Mission Training Center, where Latter-day Saints young people learn how to share “plain and precious” gospel truths with love and humility.

I had also spent a few months in Texas waiting for a Visa, and I really thought there was nothing left to learn. I couldn’t have been more confident i

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