My Unwashed, Blood Stained Shirt
It wasn't my first car accident but it sure was my last... (knock on wood) As I arrived in Samoa on April 6th, 2010, I was thrilled to meet my Mission President and so ready to serve! You can imagine my surprise as I walked out of the arrival terminal, smiling and hoping to strike a good first impression, only to stand there, scanning the crowd from left to right and not seeing any "Elder Funaki" sign. It was a night flight and many taxi drivers offered to take me to where I am heading. I declined, not only because it's not safe but also because I had no idea where the mission home was at. I rolled my luggage to a sitting area and sat there waiting for my ride. Everyone started to leave the airport and the place was getting empty. I was scared. I'm a Tongan in Samoa. It was a new place and I don't know a single person there. I bowed my head and in my heart I plead with the Lord, "Heavenly Father, I'm scared and worried. Please