Humanitarian Center

I'm not going to school, and I don't have a job, and I'm not entering the MTC until December. It's only for about two months, so no one's gonna hire me. I have a LOT of time to burn until I leave. I didn't know what to do.

Ah, but my amazingly intelligent father had a plan (he usually does).

He suggested volunteering full time at the LDS Humanitarian Center in Salt Lake full time. I thought he was a little nuts (I usually do), but today was my first day there, and I may think that he's on to something.

Most of the day, I was hauling boxes and palletes with an electric jack (I call him "Wall-E") and filling orders to ship out to other Humanitarian Centers across the US. It still astounds me as to how well connected everything in the Church is; there's a truck going from somewhere to somewhere else 24/7.

With this tsunami in the Phillipines, tomorrow's going to be a busy day at the LDSHC, as people tend to volunteer more when they know people are in trouble (atta kids). I wonder how little 'ol Mark will fare among the hustle and bustle...