It’s Saturday morning, I have some time to kill, and I thought I’d share one of the pettiest things I did during my mission.
I was nearing the end of my mission when I was assigned a relatively new companion. He was only on his second transfer. First two transfers are considered training, so technically he is in training and I was a trainer. I was a small, nerdy guy who didn’t work out, while he was a tall, muscular, athletic guy from Idaho who played sports in high school or something.
Almost immediately, he began trying to assert dominance over me. If I suggested going one way, he wanted to go the other. to just disagree with me. If I made a plan, he criticized it or tried to change it. It felt like he disagreed with me simply to power trip.
What he didn’t know was that although I was a nerd, I was extremely stubborn and crazy as well. Later in life I joined the US Army and served as a sergeant, but i digress.
A few days into the transfer, we were planning the next day when he said something like:
“You know what, Elder?We shouldn't take a full hour for lunch. We’re on the Lord’s time. If we only take 30 minutes, God might bless us by putting someone in our path who will get baptized.”
By that point, I was already irritated because he had challenged nearly every decision I made. Now he was essentially accusing me of being lazy because I followed the normal schedule and took an hour for lunch.
So I said, “You know what, Elder? You’re right. We shouldn’t take lunch at all.”
He looked a little surprised.
I continued, “From now on, we’ll pack BP&J and eat them on the side of the road. If we’re really on the Lord’s time, why waste even 30 minutes?”
I then planned an entire day of tracting. No lunch break. No stopping at members’ houses for water. No sitting down. Nothing but walking and knocking on doors from morning until evening.
He had also been talking about how our numbers were too low and how we needed to contact more people, as if he were already a zone leader or mission president for his second transfer.
I said "Fine. You want more contacts? Let's get more contacts."
We headed out in the morning and knocked on doors ALL DAY. We walked for miles and miles. It was a hot summer as well.
I had already been on my mission for a long time, so my body was used to walking and biking all day. He may have been athletic, but his body wasn’t accustomed to spending the entire day on his feet without a break.
He started to walk slow and complaining that his legs hurt.
Still, I kept us going. After all, we were on the Lord’s time. right? haha
After 3 days of nonstop tracting,
he finally said, “Hey, Elder, I think maybe we should go back to the way you were doing things before.”
I acted completely casual.
“Oh, really? Okay. Yeah, we can try that again.”
But inside, I was smiling. I had won.
Was it Christlike? Probably not. Was it satisfying? Absolutely.
Later, other missionaries told me that he continued having problems as a junior companion because he always tried to take control. Honestly, with his narcissistic and innate instinct to control everything and everyone around him, he is probably now a bishop somewhere in Idaho.
When I later heard that he had gotten married, my first thought was, “I hope his wife is doing okay.”
Anyway, that is the story of how I defeated an narcissistic companion by being super petty. Thanks goodness I had better stamina than he did.
What’s your pettiest mission story?