I went to sacrament meeting today. It was passed. The high councilman spoke. He recollected an experience when he was a young boy, and his scout troop embarked on a 20 mile hike: from Lai'e to the Kaneohe stake center. At one point they were hiking along the road. He thought to himself- if nobody is behind me, I'm going to hop on the next bus. He looked behind himself only to see his scout master's enthusiastic face. The scout master saw the fatigue in the boy's look. He said to the tired boy- just hike past ten of these telephone poles and then rest. So he did. And after each set of ten, the boy rested, and after each one, the loving scout master bent down and rubbed the boys sore ankles and feet.
The scout master, of course, didn't remember any of this, but tears swelled in the eyes of the teller.
I sat at the end of the front right row, the tall white end of a long line of Polynesian children, counter balanced by a tall Tongan woman- Emma. She cares for six of her own, and two of someone else. She houses a man with no legs, another single mother with two children, two missionaries, a nephew, and myself.
She runs the household and the daily activities, regally. She cares for all around her and those in need, lovingly. She dreams and plans an NPO of her own, to house the elderly, and the young and the youth, faithfully.
A facility will be built at the bottom of her pasture. People will come from all around to find sanctuary.
-This is the circle of life, yeah- she says- people helping other people. I will provide not just for those who can pay, but for those who can't afford too.-
This will happen as the Lord wills.
Like the scout master she will help those that are tired and sore. Perhaps one day, she will not remember all of the occasions that she helped the afflicted or lost, but rest assured, tears will swell in the eyes of the teller.
The scout master, of course, didn't remember any of this, but tears swelled in the eyes of the teller.
I sat at the end of the front right row, the tall white end of a long line of Polynesian children, counter balanced by a tall Tongan woman- Emma. She cares for six of her own, and two of someone else. She houses a man with no legs, another single mother with two children, two missionaries, a nephew, and myself.
She runs the household and the daily activities, regally. She cares for all around her and those in need, lovingly. She dreams and plans an NPO of her own, to house the elderly, and the young and the youth, faithfully.
A facility will be built at the bottom of her pasture. People will come from all around to find sanctuary.
-This is the circle of life, yeah- she says- people helping other people. I will provide not just for those who can pay, but for those who can't afford too.-
This will happen as the Lord wills.
Like the scout master she will help those that are tired and sore. Perhaps one day, she will not remember all of the occasions that she helped the afflicted or lost, but rest assured, tears will swell in the eyes of the teller.
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