I looked at the picture and recognized my new companion immediately.
“I know him. Sort of...”
The President smiled. “Small world. Don’t call him by his first name. Remember, he’s Elder Evans now. I’m sure you’ll make a great team.”
I flew to Cali and gave the cab driver the address I had been given. There were deep potholes in the residential side streets of my new neighborhood. The cab driver found the house, pulled over and turned out the headlights. Elder Evans came out to greet me and help me in with my luggage. He had removed his tie and had undone the top button of his characteristic white shirt. I gulped when I glanced from his face to his Adam’s apple and the dimple below it, then again into his smiling eyes. They were blue and sincere. He had light brown hair and was six feet tall, with a slender muscular build. He had powerful shoulders and arms.
“Welcome to Cali,” Elder Evans said as he gave me a hug. His hands were strong, but felt gentle as he patted me on the back. “I’m new here too, so we’ll learn our way around together. I’ve worked with several of the missionaries here before, though. Where are you from, Elder Petersen?”
“Salt Lake. The same part you’re from. I recognize you from high school.”
He looked at me quizzically, but with a guilty expression. “Sorry, I don’t remember you. Did we know each other?”
“Not really. You were a senior when I was a sophomore. I just remember your face.”
He had been hard for me to miss. I remember noticing him in the crowded hallways at school simply because I thought he was absolutely gorgeous. I would have to be careful to keep my thoughts in order. We were sometimes reminded that even if we didn’t do anything, it was a sin to “lust in our hearts.”