My dreams were stolen from me by a terrible personal injury now I fight for you to RECLAIM your DREAMS it was one of the hardest conversations I ever had.
I was nineteen and I was in Uruguay for my Mormon Mission. This was supposed to be the prime of my life, proving to my church, to my family, and most importantly, to myself that I was an upstanding Mormon… a valuable member of the community… and a valuable Young Man ready to be matched with a bride Soon.
Instead… only 6 weeks into a two-year mission, I had to tell my mission leader: “i can’t do this anymore. I’m having panic attacks. I need to go home.”