I never really planned on going on a mission. I’d say things like, “If I ever go on a mission, it would be cool to go to Russia,” and things like that, but it really wasn’t a goal in my life. I just didn’t see how it would be financially possible, and I didn’t spend any time figuring out how to get over or around that obstacle. And I was fine with that.
I was in college and things were going well. My spiritual life, though it could always be better, was in good shape. So I was where I should have been, doing what I should have been doing.
And then when I was 22, the Lord hit me over the head with a 2 by 4.
The subject of medicating “bad” behavior is sometimes controversial. I’ve met many people in the church who believe that ADD is just an excuse for bad behavior, and that medications prescribed to treat ADD are dangerous, addictive, or damaging, and a poor substitute for good old discipline. I used to think along these lines.