Mary + Her Mental Health

I slapped my burrito and my general conference issue of the Ensign on the counter of Qdoba, and started taking off my jacket, when the man sitting to my left asked me what kind of a magazine is named after a flag. We talked the entire time we ate, and he even walked me back to my office. Before parting, I held out the magazine and asked him if he’d like to keep it. “No, thanks,” he said, “I’m good with what I got.” I told him I wasn’t trying to convert him, but since he took such an interest in different faiths perhaps he might enjoy reading about what I believe. He accepted the gift and thanked me.

Jeff is an engineer and studies shiatsu. He has family who were Quakers, Native American, and Catholic. He believes he has healing powers through working with his hands. He was interesting and engaging, and I liked hearing about his family history and his travels. But this wasn’t about making Jeff Mormon. This was about having an interesting conversation with a fellow human being, comparing our common experiences and sharing little life discoveries as we go. It was also a chance for me to share what I love, what has given me the most lasting happiness I’ve ever felt, and offer someone a chance to learn more about it if they wanted. That’s all it was, and that’s all it was supposed to be.

Also, on Friday I broke a filling eating Julie’s KAR-muhl popcorn. So sad.

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