WHO DO YOU TRUST

Much has been said over time about friends and what you can/can't or should/shouldn't tell them.  What I find most interesting is how our relationships change over time.  

A person you may confide in this year, may not have your best interests in mind next year.  How and who we trust with our most important information is a tricky question. 

I have a friend, at least I think he is my friend, who I have shared most of my feelings with through out the years.  We really don't have that much in common oddly enough.  I think he makes about twice my yearly income, lives in a huge home on the other side of town, and drives very expensive cars.  On the other hand we share something in common.  We have the same view of the an organization that we both belong to.  We have our frustrations, our happy times, our sad times, and our most joyful memories all wrapped up in the same nice little package.

We go through the same day to day trials wondering at times why, and who, and if it is all worth it. But what would happen if one of us were to change inside the organization to the point where we suddenly forgot about the other one.  Would we, could we, simply forget about the other ones feelings, or even worse, would we use them against each other?

I hope not, but we will never know unless it happens.  I would think that friends would remain friends even though power might step in and try and take over.  But who is to say, does power corrupt and absolute power corrupt absolutely?  

One day you may read about the friend I lost.

HOW DO THEY KNOW

Just after dropping my daughter off at the MTC, I cam home and started this blog.  It won't always be about her, but the first entry was, so why not the second?

I received a letter the day after I wrote the entry explaining all my feelings.  It was from her mission President in Japan.  He said that even though I may have felt uneasy with the whole experience, she was in good hands.

Well she must be, because he knew enough to answer the questions I was having before I even had them.  It was good to get the letter from him and see the kind of people that are going to be taking care of my little girl for the next 18 months.

Not so worried any more.  

CURB SIDE CHECK IN?

Well for those of you who know me,  and I assume that no one is reading this yet, I dropped off my daughter Bronte at the MTC in Provo this week.  She will be headed for Japan in 8 weeks.

This was the third child I have left there, and by far the worst experience of the three.  

As I pulled up I was greeted by the same Police Man that, I swear to you, gave me several tickets while I was a student there 26 years ago.  He exercised all the power in his little hand to make me go the way he wanted and to park exactly at stall 19.  As I got out of the car I was met by two Elders that were checking out the situation.  ( The car, the baby in the back, the sister missionary getting out of the car, and the mom already in tears)

Without missing a beat the one stepped forward and said to me, as I pulled out her first suit case from the trunk.  "You'll want to make sure she has all her shot records in there".

Huh?

How about " Why don't you take a minute and say good by to your daughter, I'll keep an eye on this stuff for you".

Nope, wasn't gonna happen.  I turned around and there she was, she gave me a hug, the he said, as if to break up the situation, "come this way sister, "I'll show you where you need to check in".  

She waved good bye and that was it.  Away she went down the side walk.

Without any exaggeration it was less than a 3 minute experience.  As I drove away, my wife in tears, I was thinking to my self, "did I say what  I wanted to say?".  "I need to get home and write a letter!".

I know they have a lot of missionaries to get checked in now days and this must be the way to do it, I am not trying to be critical in any way, but, 30 seconds more would have gone a long way for a Dad and his daughter.  I guess that's why we had the hour in the temple to sit and talk.

Well I have about 56 days to write letters to her in the MTC before she leaves.