The fascinating thing was that I actually felt like I didn’t fit in. Mormon-born and raised. BYU Graduate. Serving a full-time mission for the Church in Brazil. It’s not hard to find someone with the same resume in LDS circles. But there I was sitting on the bus far away in a foreign country and confessing to my companion just why I felt so worthless on the mission. “This just isn’t me,” I said at one point. Because the truth was, I wasn’t a quiet, dignified, naturally sensitive individual. I wasn’t bubbly or particularly friendly either. I didn’t like rules and I struggled with the chain of hierarchy that held me accountable to eighteen-year-old boys who hadn’t seen a day of college and had never left home until the mission. I was independent, sometimes demanding and blunt, terrible at small talk, and felt more likely to lead an army of revolutionaries than calmly and quietly lead an investigator to the Gospel. I believed in missionary work, and I trusted the Gospel was of Go