"It was about twenty years ago.
My husband and I were not getting along at all.
Our three teen-age boys were in trouble in: school, seminary, personal lives, etc.
I had just started the job from Hell; going to work each day was miserable.
So, I used to fantazise about getting in my little car and just driving away to live in Southern California. I would live by the beach, not tell anyone where I was, and maybe, just maybe, I would go to church.
Now, all these years later, my boys - or men - partly because of the economy, and partly because of unwise choices, are in trouble again with:
And, the vision of running away has returned.
And, that is why I turned in my mission papers a couple of weeks ago."