Sunday, February 14, 2010

The post with no name, for I fear I know not what to call it

Once upon a time ago, I heard a talk that I believe was given by Elder Bednar in General Conference. Well, in this talk the speaker talked about how when they had little kids they held family home evening every week. They didn't think their children learned anything or gained anything from family home evening, but they continued to hold it every week. When their children grew older and moved away, they were asked about the family home evenings they had had while growing up. None of the children were able to give a specific experience with family home evening; none of the family home evenings in particular stuck out to them. The one thing that did stick out to them, however, was the fact that they had had family home evening every week, without fail. I have come to a similar conclusion about something I have learned from my own parents. Yesterday, I went home for the day so that I could start up on a service project that I am doing for my Intro to Health Professions class. For this project, I am cleaning eggs that we get from the chickens at our house and taking the eggs to some of the widows and less fortunate families in the neighborhood. Then today, I found a way that I could serve my roommate. As I was sitting here at my desk, the thought occurred to me that giving service is not something I learned over night. It is something my parents have taught me since before I can even remember. They are constantly looking for ways to serve others and to improve the lives of those around them. Now that I am at college and living away from home, I now notice that I am striving to follow that example. Every day, I look for ways to help people, even if it's just in the simplest way. Things I try to do range from picking up a paper someone dropped and giving it back to them so they didn't have to stoop down and pick it up themselves, to smiling at someone, to offering to carry something for someone that looks as if they have a lot to carry, to pointing someone in the right direction to a building they are trying to find, to countless other things. I am so grateful for my parents. They do so much for me, and I know that they are always there for me. Without them, I would be utterly lost.

3 comments:

Ashton said...

What a thoughful post Em! You are such a sweet person. I love you! I appreciate what a great example you are to me. I love you lots!

Heidi said...

My dearest EMily, You are amazing. The End. Love Brookly

Grandma said...

The EEmazing EEmily

What a wonderful Daughter

AND you have a "proud of you"
Grnadmother