A few days ago, I received an interesting phone call. Our elder for Wednesday night meeting called me around 5:20 AM asking if I could help work on a $30 million project in Afghanistan that he's heading. It involved building a government station, complete with a full army headquarters and presidential airstrip. It was a very detailed phone call, which left me very confused as to why he wanted or needed my help. When I asked what my part would entail, he said that ideally, I would fly out to Walnut Creek early on in the week and just go over some planning with them, then Thursday we would fly to Washington DC and discuss the project there. He then asked what I was doing during that time, so I explained about classes finishing up and a few papers due, but things I could probably get done early. After a little bit of thinking out loud, he exclaimed, "Oh, this is Jeff Lee. I thought I was calling Jeff Leehai. No wonder you sound a little sleepy. I'm in San Antonio right now." Then he apologized and left me to return to sleep. Apparently, he was calling the East Coast, and when the intended Jeff answered, he thought it was a perfectly ordinary hour to call. Yet on the West Coast, it's not often you get woken up at 5:30 to go over plans in which you really should have no involvement.
