Today I saw the most heart-wrenching scene I have ever seen in my life: a sister missionary from France, holding back tears and staring longingly up at the French flag on Temple Square. Dear Sister, my heart goes out to you! My eyes were wet the moment I saw your face. Never in my life have I seen such anguish! I can't imagine what you are feeling, 5,000 miles from home! I know you are trying to be strong, but I can se the pain you feel in your eyes! Oh, dear Sister, don't be afraid to cry! God Himself is shedding tears over the tragedy that has befallen your country. You are not alone! Let the tears flow, dear Sister, for we will be here to catch them! May God speak peace to your heart, and may God take care of your country!
I have spent years trying to forget most of the things I am about to write. I'm going to tell you about the most miserable time in my life. My experiences during this time are the single worst memories I have. The only reason I am doing this is because I feel like there is someone out there that needs to hear it. There is someone out there that needs to know how I overcame the hardest trial of my life. This story does have a happy ending, but I went through hell to get there. So here we go. This is me in 2004: I was a scrawny kid just out of elementary school, headed into junior high; scared, but also excited; pretty much your average 7th grader. I remember my first day at Elk Ridge Middle School. It took me so long to get my locker open that I was late to my first period. Once again I was your typical seventh grader sprinting through the halls with a map of the school trying to find his class. I remember that I was especially excited for this one: Tech Lab. I'd alwa...
Comments
Post a Comment