The year is 1985. It is summer time. There is a small arcade at the Dan’s grocery store about a mile from home. Each day during the summer, my friends and I would walk to the store for an ice cream and to play some video games. Sometimes I only had a quarter. Sometimes I had 4 quarters. But one thing was for sure, I was going to play “Punch Out.”
When I was young, Easter was all about the Easter egg hunt the Saturday before Easter up the street next to the Lions Club. They may have sponsored it, I can’t recall. I remember that we’d see a lot of neighbors there and other kids from school. It was a big event and there were a lot of kids. I had a basket in hand and I wanted some eggs!
One day I was listening to Music and the Spoken word, and it hit me. I looked at the calendar, and the trade show actually started on Sunday. What if I invited everyone to come see Music and the Spoken word before going to the Salt Palace to trade show?
Life can get really busy. I’m 47 years old now. I have two kids who are living in other parts of the world, one in Iowa and one in the Ukraine. We still have 4 children at home. I run my own business. I have a demanding church calling. This all makes time fly by. But before too much time passes, I wanted to get this written down. This is a hard one for me to write. Spoiler alert, there was no tragedy. Life went on as usual. But my heart aches and I get so sad when I think about what happened in Cedar City, Utah a couple weeks ago, and it’s all my fault.
Recently I listened to a general conference talk by President Hinckley about Joseph Smith. As I listened to it, I felt the familiar sweetness of the Spirit (Holy Ghost) testifying to me that what he was saying was true. It was the truth.