So there I was once again, a missionary for the Martin Harris Pageant. Except this time, I was at the entrance greeting people instead of sitting at the booth and waving at people as they passed by. It was awesome! Some people would walk up, and you could tell that they seemed not very happy, or they were worried about something. As soon as we said hi, and talked to them a little bit, they walked away with a more cheerful countenance. It was really neat to see the effect you had on people, and to make their day a little brighter. There were was anti-Mormon group there again. I wonder why people want to spread confusion about us. It's never made sense to me. I felt bad for them because they didn't know what they were doing. Unfortunately, the police showed up and arrested the leader of the group. The other six got the hint and left. It really is sad to see people completely stand up for something that they know deep down is not true. Why they deny it, I have no idea. When the pageant started, us missionaries went down to go watch it. There were seven of us: Cody, Jaren, Chad, Shanna, Heidi, Sylia, and me. We went up to the side of the seats and started looking for a place to sit. The place was packed, and we figured there was no where to sit. Lo and behold, not far away from where we were standing and no one in the way, was a spot on a bench just big enough for all of us. We all sat down and the next thing we knew, there were Fatboys being passed to us. Apparently, a family that we sat close to had a whole big box of seconds. And the blessings don't stop there. We had a long blanket spread over our laps that we could just put our arms under. As it got colder, it just wasn't enough. Before it got too cold however, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see the people behind us putting blankets on us! Needless to say, we were all very grateful, and realized that these were direct blessings from the Lord for the service we had done. It was pretty cool. Our immediate needs were taken care of, and we were able to watch the pageant in comfort. Afterwards, while walking back to our cars, we talked about meeting and Village Inn to eat. I wanted to, because I hadn't eaten for awhile and was pretty hungry. I went home and changed then drove myself there. When I got there, it was around 11:30. I went in and discovered that the only other people who came were Shanna and Heidi. I sat down next to Shanna and ordered what I wanted. It was really cool being it just the three of us. Shanna served a mission in Argentina, so she talked a lot about that. It was really interesting to hear her stories, and made me that much more determined to go on one. We were there for over an hour. I think I made some new friends. All in all, I really enjoyed being a missionary, and the blessings that came with it. Now I'm even more excited to serve a full time mission! Man I can't wait to go. Even though I was in the presence of return missionaries the whole night, I didn't feel out of place. In addition, they treated me with respect, as one preparing for a mission. I liked it. I had a good time.