What I Learned On A Mormon Mission: Part 2
Going on a Mormon mission when I was 19 was one of the better things I did in my life.
I learned a lot and met a lot of great people.
And when you go to Boise, Idaho on your mission, it is safe to say that I had a much different experience than some of my friends who went to places like Bogotá, Columbia or Sao Palo, Brazil.
For instance, in Boise I happened to get fed dinner pretty much every night for the entire 2 years I was there by a different family.
In my best estimation, I ate dinner with somewhere close to seven hundred and thirty different families over two years.
Any idea how many times I had spaghetti or lasagna for dinner?
Quite a few.
Each week, we would get a list of families who we were scheduled to have dinner with and we would show up to their house around dinner time. Many times we would eat spaghetti or lasagna for dinner – but sometimes we would have steak.
Or baby back ribs.
Or maybe they would even take us out to eat.
But every night, it was almost a complete surprise what we were going to have for dinner.
And somewhere along the road, as I got to know hundreds of families who were each in a different overall life situation I started to notice a pattern:
There seemed to be a correlation between what we had for dinner that night and how much education the father and/or mother of the home had.
The more education they had, the better dinner was.
The less education in the home there was, the higher the probability seemed to be of me eating spaghetti.
Of course there were outliers, but by performing my own primary market research and doing my own audience segmentation research (before I even know what it was)… the data was driving the point right through my bike helmet I had to wear when I rode my bike around:
Go to as much school as you can possibly stand and get as educated as you can about something if you don’t want to eat spaghetti more often than not.
And so I did.
And one of the many messages that I learned while showing up to class during my college years?
Never let school get in the way of your education.
— Mark Twain