Blast from the Past

Last month, my branch president told me I had to move wards, because of the ward boundry changes. I really didn't see much point since I was going to move to Salt Lake in four weeks. President said we had to be obidient, so I agreed.
That Sunday, after Sociedad de Socorro (Relief Society) one of the sisters came up to me and asked me what part of Puebla I grew up. I told her where and she asked me if I knew "so and so." I told her the name didn't sound familiar and that in all honesty Puebla has grown so much. So she said to me, "Oh I know! I bet it has, I served my mission 20 years ago." "Twenty years ago?" I asked, "that is when my Papi served his mission."
It turns out my dad was her first Zone Leader! She invited me over for Sunday dinner and we spent all afternoon talking. I brought over some pictures of my dad's mission... "stop stop, go back to the other picture!" she said to me. "What, that one?" "Yeah! Yeah! That is me! "
Sure enough it was her: right next to my daddy!
I couldn't believe it. I had had that picture of my dad for a long time. Who would have thought being obedient would have turned out to be such a good thing!