Some people change and sometimes they change forever for better or for worse. I’ve always had mixed feelings on how Mormon missions change some people in this regard. I love being LDS but the mission field really has changed a lot of my friends and family and it’s powerfully bitter-sweet. I can’t think of any other word to describe it. I had to share this thought as I never served a two-year mission. The fallout has left me with many unhealthy regrets over the years. I’m a good Mormon and I love my Heavenly Father but often get confused by some of the indifferences that I am left to endure and feel amongst my own people