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Time waits for no man...or woman
Just when you think that $25 jar of wrinkle cream is working, someone, or some little kid, comes along and sees more wrinkles than you ever see in the mirror. Here is my story:
Steve and I walk every morning, almost. While we were walking the other day, we saw two little boys from church riding their bikes to school in front of us. One of the boys, Micah, fell off his bike and was laying on the ground in some kins of trouble and appeared to be upset over something. When we reached the boys we found that Micah had gotten his scarf wrapped around the inside of the peddle sprocket. He still had his scarf around his neck and couldn't get it off the pedal or his neck. Steve and I stopped and helped him, I took the scarf off his neck and Steve turned his bike upside down and unwound it from the bike. It didn't take long and wasn't that hard to do and soon Micah was on his way to school.
I saw Micah's dad a few days later and told him the story. The next morning Micah's mom, Kelly, called me and this is Micah's side of the story after Kelly asked him about it:
Yes, he did have some trouble with his scarf and bike and two old people stopped to help him. Kelli asked how he knew they were old, Micah replied: They had white hair and wrinkles. His brother then said he didn't think they were that old, he thought they were from church.
So there you have it. Steve and I are now the old people from church with white hair and wrinkles! Excuse me while I go eat a pan of rice crispy squares. :>(
P.S. I still trying to figure out why he was wearning a scarf when it was 80 degrees that day.
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Yosemite through anothers eyes....
It is always good when we can get to Yosemite anytime during the year. We were able to go last Monday for the day. We had the sister missionaries for dinner about three weeks ago and in talking with them they had never seen Yosemite. Steve just couldn't stand for this, so he told them we would take them. Their P-Day was Monday and we picked them up at 6:30 a.m. (not so early for them, but it was early for me). It is so fun to see the reaction of people when they first see "our favorite place on earth". We went up to Glacier Point first. Of course the view, as always, was perfect. They really like it, then it was down to the valley. Unfortunately there wasn't much water in the falls, zero in Yosemite, a trickle in Bridalveil. We took the shuttle up to Happy Isles and walked around a bit, pointed out the rock fall, how the big flood had washed out the bridges and such. We walked back along the river and had a snack, then walked over to the Ahwahnee, it is such a beautiful old hotel. They both wanted to come back and stay there. We had lunch in the village enjoying the outdoors and people watching. I don't think anyone went by without the sister saying hi to.
They had to be home by 5:45 so capped off the day with a stop at El Cap meadow, they were so impressed that we could pick out the climbers on the wall. It was a wonderful day, thanks Sister Needs and Sister Dreschell.
Empathy is a gift to feel what others feel and to understand what others are experiencing. Empathy is the natural outgrowth of charity. It stimulates and enhances our capacity to serve. Empathy is not sympathy but understanding and caring.
-Lynn Mickelson
“I have attended hundreds of missionary meetings over the years. I love to hear missionaries speak of their love for the Lord, but I also love to hear them speak with great appreciation and love concerning their parents. Boys who had been careless and indifferent stand on their feet and with tears in their eyes thank the Lord for their fathers and their mothers. In these days, what a salutary and wonderful thing it is to hear a strong young man stand up and speak with great feeling concerning his father and his mother, saying things he would never have said before in all of his life. Every boy and girl ought to come home with an increased love for parents.”
Gordon B. Hinckley