JUN_17_19_GROUP_TOW_Week of June 17, 2019 (THE LAST MELON)
Well, this is it, my friends. El ultimo. It's time. It's been two years. And two weeks. I'm coming home this Friday. Are you as surprised as I am? Can you believe how quickly these two years went? I know I can't. There were definitely times when I felt like time stood still. And there were others where I needed to buckle up my seat belt and hold on for dear life, time was moving so fast. I've loved my mission. More than life itself. These have easily been the best two years of my life. They were not easy, though. Not in the slightest. I started off in Lewisberry. I was a young buck. A greenie. Had no idea what I was doing. I just knew that my trainer knew what he was doing, and I could rely on him to get me through some crazy things. Soon enough, though, I needed to learn how to do things on my own. I had to crash into a few poles to learn how to ride a bike properly. I had to get cussed out a few times so I could learn what to say and what not to say at...
