Hope

It's hard to walk out my front door now. There are people lurking just around the corner -I know it- waiting to capture me, torture me, and then possibly kill me. My parents, and unforunately, the world, have made me this way. It is hard to imagine going anywhere without the fear of someone wanting to hurt you, or a car not watching and possibly hitting me. It's scary out there.

Luckily for me, I am LDS-A Latter-Day Saint, more commonly known as a Mormon. I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ, of Latter-Day Saints. It is because I go to church every Sunday that I have HOPE that I will live that day. I have been promised many things-including safety-as long as I am doing what my religion considers as right (whether you do or not, that is up to you). I love my religion. Believe it or not, I enjoy going to church. I don't mind wearing skirts and/or dresses. It's so much fun! (Yes, I just said that).

But more than that, I have received hope in that there are good people out in the world. Like the man who just bought a new home in a nearby city. While looking through the attic, he found $4,500 in cash. Here is the story:

The previous owners of the house, a rather elderly couple, died. They left the house to their six children, who agreed to sell it. Unbeknownst to the children, their parents had hoarded money and left it in the attic. The father, wanting to show his two young sons that there are good people in the world, contacted the children, and asked them to gather (he didn't say why). He then revealed to them the money hidden in the attic.

So, yes, there are good people out in the world. And I just have to do the best. Here is a message, from our Presidency of our Church. Pres. Uchtdorf:




Happy Memorial Day!