Little known fact: I totally participated in the 2002 Olympic games.
Not as an athlete, as a missionary for my church on Temple Square in Salt Lake City.
Check out the Olympic rings lit up behind us on the mountain.
My missionary companion during that time was from Canada …and a COMPLETE doll face. We had the best transfer and some of my most choice mission memories and experiences happened during The Games.
Trying to get warm in the mission kitchen under the South Visitors Center after talking with people all day. Yes, those are our gloves on our toes.
Roommates. We did everything together this transfer.
Salt Lake City was so alive.
Temple Square was packed.
There were so many miracles.
President Hinckley with the Olympic torch.
Elder Maxwell with the Olympic torch.
Apartment building next to Temple Square with flags from around the world.
View of the nightly fireworks at the medal ceremonies from our apartment.
Truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I am humbled I got to be part of. It was non-stop chatting with people from around the world …except during the opening ceremonies. I remember Temple Square (I was assigned to the Joseph Smith Memorial Building that night) was seriously a ghost town, like the calm before the storm of awesomeness.
Showing off my figure skating skillz at the of Conference Center.
East Coast missionaries excited for The Games to begin.
Dead tired at the end of the day, wearing our Olympics mission t-shirt.
We worked so hard and shared our faith with so many people. I honestly don’t know if I have ever worked harder in my life or been more exhausted.
And you know what? It was worth every minute.