Address

hey there fans.... here are my mailing addresses, please send me your mailing adress as well, or send me a letter, either way works

Until february 14th (valentines day) this will be my mailing adress

Elder Landon Peter Wood

Madagascar Antananarivo Mission

Provo Missionary Training Center

2005 N 900 E

Provo UT 84604

After february 14th i will be leaving my training center in Utah and going to the great red island of Madagascar and this will be my mailing address for the rest of the 2 years, but please jsut letters no packages or bulky items just letters

Elder Landon Peter Wood

Madagascar Antananarivo Mission

POB 30150

Salt Lake City UT

84130-0150

And if you love me beyond all belief then you can send me a bulky package or something funny to

Elder Landon Peter Wood

Madagascar Antananarivo Mission

Dingana III, Andrainarivo

Antananarivo 101

Madagascar

ill miss you all, and hope to hear from you, god bless

loves, Elder Wood

That feeling

It seems that the impossibility to explain certain feelings through words has been accepted as inadequate. But still we continually feel the need in trying to express that special feeling to others, and this is my attempt....

After pondering this concept I came to the conclusion that the only way to properly explain a foreign feeling to someone is to relate that feeling to another similar action or event that could generates closeness to your specific sensory tingles...
I must first start off by saying that one must have experienced a dream in which they have controlled flight without any sort of machine or adaptation to their body. flying must strictly be from inside, and those who have had a dream similar to this can explain, that it is out of this world, and that you wake up feeling like you could pull of a smile that would end poverty. The only problem with dreaming, and this feeling, is that it’s uncontrollable and if you’re like anything like me, in my seemingly long 2o years I’ve been alive my selfish mind has only allowed one such dream. So while I use the summer cliché and tell you I found that feeling in a physical, pliable, controllable way I hope you jump to the end of your seat and perk those ears up.
The only uncontrollable factor in this soul simulating activity is the weather. The weather must be sunny and hot. Grab a cut off shirt, and while you pull that ragged, used, but all so loved garment over your face also pull on an adventurous attitude. Next hop on a motorcycle, with your best friend beside you, making four wheels between the 2 of you. You must throw all worries aside and speed your way to the longest stretch of straight highway, where you must tighten up your right wrist, while periodically squeezing the left grip as not to rev to high. Once the gears have disappeared, the wind has enveloped your body working hand in hand with the searing sun to keep you warm. Look beside you to see your best friend feeling as if flying is possible. At that moment I promise that you will receive a smile that could seemingly end poverty, or certainly fix any heartache.