What can I say? Elder Adkins is back--with his creative TP decor and notes. We've missed you, Elder A!
Elder Mecham & I were visiting again this morning, and he told me a sad tale from his childhood. When he was about 8 years old he went with his family to Highland Park (about 1 1/2 hours from his home in Sugar City) for a weekend outing. It sounds like it's a place where you can rent cabins, or maybe they have one there. Anyway, the vacation time came to an end and they all got into the car to drive home. All of them except Elder M who raced down the driveway but to no avail. He said he came within a few feet of the car but not close enough to bang on the trunk, and no one even saw him. So he sat down on the drive and started to cry.
Elder M said he felt hopeless, because the cabin doors were locked and there was no phone inside (or maybe there was a phone that didn't work) even if he could get in. After an hour and a half an old truck with 2 scruffy looking men inside saw him and stopped to ask what was wrong. He explained to them what had happened, and they offered to take him home. To an 8 year old little boy that sounded like a pretty good proposal.
Fortunately, that's exactly what they did. They dropped him off at the end of the driveway and drove off. They didn't even take him to the front door! So Elder M walked around to the back of the house where all of his siblings were jumping on the trampoline! They hadn't even missed him! Pobrecito! Now that's really sad. Apparently this was a case of parents thought he was with grandparents and grandparents thought he was with parents. At least he can laugh about it now.