Adventures in Home Teaching

I try to be a good home teacher. I feel it's important to be somewhat more than a narrated Ensign article at the end of the month. It's kind of hard sometimes, because sometimes it's hard to connect with people that you might not choose to be with anyway. And you're always offering help but sometimes there's not all that much that you can do. But I feel that it is an important calling, because sometimes people need some help. And sometimes in the most interesting ways.

This morning, I am sitting alone in my apartment doing some studying when the land line rings. I answer it, and a voice that I halfway recognize asks for myself or Hulk. I ask what she needs, and she identifies herself as one of my ex-home teachees (we changed at semester), and that she needs some help. Apparently, the night before, her roommates were playing around and a shoe got put in the trash. This trash was then taken to the dumpster, and well. . . I think we can see where the home teacher comes into the picture. Luckily, the dumpster was fairly empty, and the shoe was visable and reachable. After a good laugh, and using a ski pole to retrieve the broom used to fish out the shoe, we succeeded. Having a tall, lanky home teacher might have its advantages.

Who says that home teachers only show up at the end of the month?