I woke up one morning, ate some breakfast, then as I started trying to study, I got feeling really weird--dizzy, running into the wall, that sort of thing. So I laid down and slept. I was fine later that afternoon. I was in Ecuador, and weird health things happened all the time, so I didn't think much of it. That happened in an area in Guayaquil where there were a lot of missionaries throughout the city.

Several months later, and a few companionship and apartment changes later as well, it was a p-day where a lot of missionaries gathered at a downtown hotel for sports or food, chatting, whatever. I needed to go to the mission office for something, so my comp and I joined in with a group of missionaries who were going there as well--many of whom I didn't know.

As we were on the bus, a missionary that I didn't know (Elder Baker), started telling the hilarious story of some missionaries who drugged another missionary. My ears perked up, and a lightbulb went off as the details seemed to match. I asked, "Were Elder X and Elder Y involved?" His smile faded a bit, then he looked at my name tag. He literally said, "Oops."

I later confronted Elder X (who had been my companion), and he admitted to it, but thought I was overreacting for being angry. He told me what drug they had used. I should mention that Elder Y was sent home early prior to this, and I don't know why.

Fast forward another 20+ years, I was at a mission reunion, sitting next to a buddy that was in the MTC with me. We were watching a mission-photos slideshow. Elder Baker's face came up on the screen, and my buddy leaned over to me and said, "That guy drugged me when we were comps." Yep, this same idiot that thought it was so hilarious actually tried it on someone too.