By: Ardis E. Parshall - December 31, 2013 The morning of New Year’s Eve, 1981, was the morning I entered the MTC preparatory to serving in the now-defunct Switzerland Geneva Mission. A busy day. Just before 10:00 p.m., some of us gathered in the dormitory’s hallway, wished each other a Happy New Year, and dutifully went to bed on schedule, obedient to mission rules. Eighteen months later, and feeling at least eighteen years older, I...
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