Mission President and Mission Mom

As you probably know by now, my wife and I served in the same mission and before you start thinking like that, it wasn't like that. Anyways, our mission is a great bonding glue for us now that we are married. We can talk about the same investigators, the same areas and most importantly the same mission President and mission Mom. They truly were our parents out there in Iowa. They loved and took care of us throughout our missions. We loved them as parents. They taught us and guided us through the Lord's service. I feel a special bond to my mission President's wife especially. She had to deal with me a lot with injuries. I didn't really get injured often but when I did it wasn't just a scrape on the knee or a sore throat. I broke my leg about three months into my mission. Just as I was healing up from that I injured myself yet again and both times it had to do with stairs. After leaving a teaching appointment, I was walking up some stairs and walked right into an air conditioner hanging out of a window. After staples to the head in the hospital and a little narcotics, I was back to normal. When I broke my leg I had fallen down a flight of twenty-one steps. My mission president finally said to me, "Elder Yorgason, are you done getting hurt yet?". Well of course I was. I didn't like getting hurt. They also didn't like me getting hurt. We were their children out in the mission field and we could truly feel their love. I'll forever be grateful for the examples they were and still are to me in my life. Even without all of the spiritual lessons they had taught me, I still would appreciate them the same just because of the love they showed to me unconditionally and completely.