When I received my mission call in 1973, the best advice I got came from a man I respected far more than he ever knew.
The Sunday that my call was announced in church (to audible gasps), former Holladay 10th Ward Bishop Belmont Anderson took me aside and congratulated me.
I was surprised. If anyone knew what I’d been up to before deciding to go on a mission, it was Bishop A. He wasn’t the current bishop, but he knew me well enough. There was every possibility that he might just strangle me to spare any potential embarrassment to the church.