11 years ago today I came home from my mission.
I flew home with some of my favorite people.
The other day when I was best friends with the mop bucket, I said this to the ER doctor: "I'm sure I look so feminine, dainty, and appealing." The ER doctor said, "What?" and my mom laughed. 11 years later and I'm still quoting Elder Noble. (He used that line a lot.) I would for sure use that in my ode.
One time we went tracting and it was her turn to talk. She was used to doing the door approach in Spanish and had a temporary lapse in her memory of the English language.
"How are you today?" she asked the girl who answered.
The girl said she was fine.
"Good. So...how are you?" she asked the girl again.
Amazingly the girl was still doing well.
"So...how's your day going?"
At that point I stepped in and said, "Hi, we're the missionaries who can't think of anything to say." Okay, I really didn't say that, but I did step in and help the poor girl out.
Let's see...what else goes in an ode.
I'm sure my ode would mention Elder Esquibel somehow. He was one of my best friends.
Except for that time when he used my first name in a talk he gave in mission conference. "I want to thank Noelle for being such a good friend." Want to know what my mission president said to me after that? "Sister Platt, is there something you're not telling me?" Thanks Shane.
My ode would probably talk about the time we got locked in a guys bedroom.
When he said, "You don't have to be afraid,"
my companion said,
"We're not. We know karate."
He believed her.
I could put a lot of stuff in this ode. I laughed all night long at the memories.
I like to tell people that I grew up in Brooklyn...because in a way I did.
My ode would probably end with something about how once you've lived in NYC, it gets in your blood and never really leaves. That's not a bad thing.