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My MTC experience is something that I will forever remember. I loved it. At first it was scary, but as with anything new it got better over time. The Spirit of the MTC is incredible and not found anywhere else. You are constantly surrounded by the most amazing young men, young women, and older men and women. Every single person has a sweet Spirit that will help them to share the gospel to others.

My MTC teachers were incredible. I learned so much from them about things that I didn't think I had more to learn about. Being a missionary showed me that there is more to learn no matter how much you already know. One very important lesson that I learned is that Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father love us and are always there. If you have a rough day, sickness, or pain. They are there. Whether the feeling is there immediately or not. They love YOU. They know YOU. They want the best for YOU. They know each and every one of us personally. The other really important thing that I learned is that you aren't expected to be perfect. Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ love you without perfection. They want progression, but perfection will come in the next life... Remember this on the rough days.

My MTC district are some of my very favorite people in this world. Sister Jones and Sister Sekona were my companions and I learned so much from each of them in how to become a better missionary, teacher, and overall person. The Elders in my district were, and are, amazing as well. Each one of them pushed me to become better and showed me ways to accomplish this task. They each mean so much to me and I hope that they know how much I love all of them.

The MTC gave me hope, joy, and a new love for the gospel. I wish that everyone was able to have an experience of the way the MTC felt. I saw people struggle; I watched people have the best days, but my favorite was seeing struggles turn into the best days and that is what I hope others will see through my story.

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