Latter-day Saint Life

"Save Me, Elder!": How a Letter I Found Strung Inside My Bedpost Saved My Mission


What a powerful example of what a difference seeking help for mental health problems can make. 

In the spring of 1968, I took a bunk in the old Language Training Mission in Provo and went to work learning Spanish. I was heading for Bolivia to be a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

I nearly never got there.

The LTM was almost the end of me.

The LTM was language boot camp, where the “drill sergeants” were kind and the chow a cut above.

Still, it was the most harrowing three months of my life.

Lead image from the Deseret News
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