Once upon a time, in a land far far away (Utah), there lived a girl named Jenna. She was the nicest, most kindest person in the land and everyone wanted to be her friend; even the meanies (my trainer - hehehe!).
Seriously, there's something about her that draws people in and I was no exception.
We met while serving in the same mission. I had only been on my mission 6 weeks and I was having a rough time. My trainer, for reasons beyond my comprehension, didn't want to train me and just flat out told me so. I also felt like she didn't like me all that much, but to her credit, she never came out and said that.
Anyway, by some means or other, the Mission President got wind of this and decided to transfer me to a different area and different companion.
When I found out Jenna was my new companion, instantly my stress and fear melted away. The very next day I was packed and on my way to meet her.
There are no words that would convey to you how much I love this woman. She gave me friendship when my little heart needed it the most; she loved me for who I was; she laughed at my funny haha's and let me just.be.me.
We spoke on the phone tonight after being out of touch the past 10 years. She's married, awesome husband, several kids. It was such a joy to hear her voice and feel her love again.
They say there are humans on this earth masquerading as angels.
Jenna, thank you for being mine when I needed one the most.