Exactness

I have had to go to the doctor twice on my mission. Once was for an intense handshake which included a puddle of water, a tile floor and gravity. The other time was for a football thrown with impressive speed that collided with my head. For the handshake, the concern was that I had torn my rotator cuff. For the football, it was a concussion. Needless to say, the work of the Lord can be at times dangerous.

My Friend Ted

I'd like to tell you a story about my friend Ted. My friend Ted and his family are some of my favorite people. Every time we go to their house, my friend Ted teaches me something new. He's taught me about different coins used throughout United States history. He's taught me all about hunting, and the difference between a mule deer's antlers and a white tail deer's antlers, and how to tell how many points they are. Most importantly, my friend Ted has taught me the power of the Book of Mormon. This is his story.

Car Accidents

In 2004 I turned the blessed age of 16. This was a great day. This meant that I had freedom; that freedom came in the form of a driver's licence. Best day ever. I completed all of those painstakingly long hours of driving time, passed my tests, and waited for what seemed like 87 hours at the DMV for my little card of freedom. I felt like a rock star the first time I took my mom's gold mini van out for a spin by myself. I was pretty classy. About a month after I got my licence I decided to take a little trip to to visit the shoe section of Target. Not finding anything to my liking, I headed back out into the sunny day to claim my sweet mini van. I pulled out of my parking stall when to my horror I heard a tremendous CRUNCH. "Oh snap." I thought to myself. This was not good. I got out to assess the damage. I had dented and scratched the corner of a hunter green Subaru Outback. Panicking, I began to pray that the owner of the car would come out quickly so I could explain what had happened. I had never felt so bad in my life. Luckily, in just a few minutes time they came, puzzled by the frantic teenager who, close to a total meltdown, was standing next to their car. I explained what happened, we swapped insurance, I drove home in shame as hot tears fell down my cheeks, adding insult to injury.

The Girl.

There once was a girl. She was young, and still had a lot to learn from God, her family, and the world. The girl was unhappy. She had been taught from a young age what was right. But she was head strong and arrogant. She thought she knew what was better, however her ways brought her unhappiness and lonliness. Her parents spoke of an easier way, a way paved before her by a man named Jesus Christ. The girl scoffed. She knew only of this man. She had yet to know him.