This pinkish tie is about eighteen years old. This is one of my few surviving mission ties that went to New York with me. This is the same tie that I wore home on the plane from New York. In fact, I was being a real bad missionary because I wore this tie home. Our Mission President (again, this is the guy that I didn't see eye-to-eye with) came up with this idea that all missionaries should wear the same tie in an effort to promote unity amongst us. While I do like and understand the idea, the way it was presented was what I disagreed with. When I left the mission I gave my identical tie to one of my closest friends and wore this tie home. My Mission President was not thrilled at all that I decided this and made sure that I was hidden in all the last pictures that were taken before I took off. He made such a big deal about it and I am very surprised that when I got to Utah that nobody here knew about this horrible mistake I had made.
But that is not what makes this tie special.
Didja know that this tie has been in the same knot since the mission? I have never untied it (I am not good at tying ties) and my companion made such a great knot that I have kept it since!
Ha ha! I never knew you weren't good at tying ties. I guess it just comes more naturally to some, but I can't draw worth a lick so I think the talents you do have outweigh those that are challenging to you! :)
ReplyDeleteAnd I have to question "the Priesthood of that man" when his requirement that you wear the tie is more important than your freedom of choice ... sounds a little like "unrighteous dominion" to me! :)