Yesterday it seemed like I was walking through mud. Everything when slow. The work I was doing seemed so unproductive.
Then, I was met with the news that a sister was taken to the hospital after a car accident. She seems to be fine but very sore and frustrating for the family and their situation.
Then, I went waterskiing with the youth in the ward. During the activity, there was an incredible accident which sunk one of the ski boats and damaged the other. Miraculously ( I don't know how to spell that) no one was seriously injured. Really, it was a miracle.
Then I returned home to the news of the second collapse in the Crandall Canyon Mine and the death of 3 rescue workers, and the knowledge that they may never find the 6 original miners that are trapped.
I'm beginning to think I should lock myself in my home theatre with extra popcorn and a case of sprite.
It was a strange and frightenening day.
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"My days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle."
Satan jumps on your head certain days of the week. I often notice this after the fact. Often I'll be called out of the blue (after having a really craptacular day) and asked to give a priesthood blessing... and I think, "Crud. That must've been why..."
--Ray
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I'm not slow; I'm special. (Don't take it personally, everyone finds me offensive. Yet somehow I manage to live with myself.)
