Meet Elder Hammond: 'You know, there's a word to describe someone who won't even bother to meet his new companion at the bus station. It starts with an '0', or, I don't know, maybe a 'C' or something. I think it's C-a--. No, I've lost it.' Elder Hammond was a freckled-face, shy sort of bumpkin from some rural farm town in Kansas. He was awkward and withdrawn. Even in his white shirt and tie he reminded you of the type of kid you'd see in denim coveralls, wearin' a straw hat and chompin' on a thin blade of grass whilst irrigatin' the lower forty... I actually knew nothing about Elder Hammond's personal life. He was just a simple, quiet, humble kid but he was also deterined and dedicated. He had no delusions of grandeur, just a desire to serve. Perhaps more than any missionary I had ever met, Elder Hammond had a purity of spirit and an altruistic motivation in ministering. I pitied him. I think he actually believed he could make a difference.