May 19 2011
The meeting of chance…..
It was the second leg of our trip on our way to Sao Paulo, Brazil when we were met with a half-plane-full of Mormon Missionaries. We thought it was going to be a wild ride with bible-thumping teens who couldn’t wait to preach their ways to us. We were dead wrong.
Seated across from us on row 27 was this young, and beautiful man. His face, sculpted like a model with perfectly lined teeth that were as white as snow. On his shirt pocket, a tag that identified him as Elder Something. We didn’t really know what to expect until he threw a stare our way and welcomed our look with a gentle smile.
That was when the conversation started.
