La Mia Collega

Six-and-a-half years ago, I arrived in Milano, Italia, as a brand new missionary. I was immediately sent off to the beautiful town of Bergamo along with my new companion and trainer, Sorella Wycisk. She very patiently introduced me to Italy and taught me to be a missionary. Many of my sweetest memories from my mission come from my time with Sorella Wycisk. I could tell stories about the crazy things she endured from me and the adventures we had together for hours. We got along so well that I asked to remain companions with her for three transfers (two is the norm).

Since leaving Italy, I have only seen Sorella Wycisk once. Last week, we got together again. It was very fun to reminisce a little, but also to realize that we still have a great deal in common. She is one of those people with whom I think I would still be good friends even if we didn't talk to each other for ten years. What's more, she helps me to become a better person both through her example and through the always thought-provoking discussions we have. I am thankful for the technology that allows us to keep in touch despite living on opposite sides of the country (okay, I'm more in the middle now, but she's still extremely far).

I think it was with Sorella Wycisk that I began just talking about whatever I was thinking. Missionaries are spoiled in that way; there's always someone around to listen to your thoughts. And, since you cover the entire story of both your lives within the first few days, you're always up for random conversation. However, Kaija is one of very few people to whom I can still say whatever I'm thinking. Every topic is up for examination and discussion, without judgment or condemnation. She provides both a willing ear to listen and wise, caring counsel. Anne of Green Gables would definitely say that we are kindred spirits. For my part, I will just say that our relationship personifies one of my favorite quotes:

"Oh, the comfort -- the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person -- having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away."
Dinah Maria Craik