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Look carefully...at the seemingly small moments...in the constant shaping of souls.- Neal A.Maxwell

A College Student's Day Off

My niece, a student at BYU, called my parents this past weekend and asked if she could come and visit on Monday.  I thought it was sweet that she would spend a day off from school traveling over an hour one direction to visit her grandparents.  I did not know the half of it.  My dad assumed a friend would be driving K to their home. Rather - K took a bus from her apartment to a transfer point in Provo.  There she caught a bus to Sandy where she took the train to SLC and picked up another bus.  She got off that bus in my parent's town and walked to their home carrying a batch of homemade raisin filled cookies, my dad's favorite.  Anyone who has made raisin filled cookies knows what a labor of love they are.  My parents ordered pizza.  The three of them ate and visited and then my dad drove my niece to the bus stop where she started the reverse trip back home.

Her visit meant the world to my parents and to me - 900 miles away.  Thanks K.

 

The Unimaginable

"We want to come 'kidnap' your son and take him to breakfast"  The girl on the other end of the phone said.  She continued, "It's supposed to be a surprise so don't let him know.  We'll be there between 4:30 and 5:00am, do you want to leave the door unlocked and we'll just come in?"  "Knock quietly and I'll open the door," I responded.

4:45am I hear car doors opening and closing.  I jump out of bed, run a brush through my hair and open the door to 11 teenaged boys and girls standing on my porch.  "His room is the last door on the right," I tell them as they start filing past me.  Moments later I feel a tap on my shoulder, "Mrs. B?  Mrs. B? Are you OK?"  "That's odd," I think.  "Why would I be asked if I'm okay?  Whose asking if I'm OK?"  Tap, tap, "Mrs. B. I think you fainted."  "Uh-oh," I think, "I did jump out of bed pretty quickly and I was feeling a little light headed at the door."  I open my eyes to a number of teenagers standing over me and one on his cell phone talking to 911.  I got up and got to a chair; talked to 911 and declined transport; told the concerned kids that other than being embarassed I was fine and then chatted until my son was ready to go.

The first words my son said to me, with a bemused expression, when he came home for lunch that day, "One would think C or B [his 13 year old and 9 year old brothers] would embarass me but you went and did the unimaginable."  I apologized with a laugh and started listing things that could have happened in my fall that would have been truly "unimaginable".

On his way back to school my son asked, "I wonder why I'm getting so much attention lately."  "It's because you have a really cool mom," I replied.  With that he opened the door; "fainted" to the floor; skootched himself into the living room with his heels saying, with his eyes still shut, "They had to drag you out of the doorway you know."  He then opened his eyes; looked around with a confused expression and said, "I must have passed out."  He shakily stood up; sat in the rocking chair; pulled his knees to his chest stating, "You were sitting in a fetal postion you know."  "I didn't feel too good at the moment." I responded laughing.  "Well that's what it looked liked - if you were wondering," he said as he got up from the chair and headed out the door to school.

Embarassed?  Mildly.  Hurt?  Moderately, from a slight bump on my head.  Amused?  Thinking about it yes, watching the "instant replay" - absolutely.

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