I just found out about the NY Times feature One in a Million, and I spent at least an hour yesterday going through many of the stories. I felt somehow validated for them to feature a Mormon missionary serving in Chinatown. While her story is different from my own (certainly the sparsely populated towns of Montana are nothing like New York City), they share many similarities. My mission seems a long time ago for me now, but there are certain smells or an indistinguishable feeling in the air that bring Montana and being a missionary immediately close to me. As I mentioned in my last post, it’s been almost 8 years, but there are still people that I think about almost every day.