Wisemen and Cupcakes

Alycia returned a few days ago from Kenya. She and her mom and several other young people spent a couple of weeks in a small village and built a school that the children there will attend. She brought me back a nativity from Kenya. I wanted to share it with you.
We had to hold up a couple of the wisemen, they were tired from the trip. This afternoon two cute Mia maids dropped by with a plate of cupcakes, just because. IT made my day.

R.A.O.K. #2

On the way home from Brigham City, my Honey and I decided to leave the beaten path and take a drive through the City of Ogden. We wanted to check the status on the remodeling of of the Ogden LDS Temple. As we traveled along Wall Avenue, we commented on how much things had changed. We passed the mortuary and what we saw took our breath away. Lining the lengthy sidewalk and parking lot to the building were at least 50 bikers standing at attention and holding large American Flags. I remember reading about a young soldier from Ogden who was killed in Afghanistan. It is inspiring to me that even the leaders of our country cannot work together...but a handful of citizens CAN. Thank you, whomever you are.

R.A.O.K. #1

I have heard stories of others packing to camping in the wilderness only to find that they have failed to bring their sleeping bag and pillow. I have said to myself "Who does that?" Are they totally clueless? Well, funny thing... we did that. My son went to Scout camp 200 miles away in the Wyoming Wilderness with out his sleeping bag and pillow. (Dad helped him pack) We received a tearful telephone call on Monday night. He finally admitted his mistake after much prodding as to his emotional state. He did however, bring a deluxe one-man cot and a four inch foam pad.
I immediately told him to hand the cell phone to the nearest leader and I would see what we could do. He told me that doing so would just cause more problems for him. Really? After a prayer with his older brother via the cell phone, he hung up and decided to tough it out. I waited 15 minutes and called the cell number. Brother C., a former marine answered. I told him of the predicament and he assured me that he would take care of it. Thirty minutes later I received a call. Brother C. told me that my son now had a sleeping bag, a makeshift pillow and the assurance that if he had any problems he had someone he could trust to help him. I thanked him profusely and then inquired as to where they found an extra sleeping bag. This tough former marine with a soft heart of gold, simply replied, "Oh.I gave him mine."

Hi. I'm Back.

It has been one heck of a summer. The past two months have taught me to appreciate the little things. So I have decided to blog about things that I notice that could be classified as "Random Acts of Kindness". This week I have been especially blessed to have been a recipient of one of these selfless acts. I will title it as R.A.O.K. #1.