Two Sacrament meetings-- one missing K9

This morning I went to Sacrament meeting in Hank's ward at 9:00 am. K2 was singing a duet so I wanted to go and hear him to support my grandson. I arrived on time and found a front row seat! I was the only one sitting there thinking I would "save" the seats for the rest of the Ks. After the opening song, K6 came up after a while and asked me if I wanted to sit with the rest of the family in the back. I said sure and followed her to the cultural hall.

Lori said when I sat down that there was no way she was going to walk all the way up to the front when they got there. We had the sacrament, and right about then a man came up to Hank and Lori in the row where we were and handed them K9. He was in his coat and appeared fine. Lori and Hank were flabbergasted to think they had left one child behind in the car and didn't know it! He must have had a hard time getting his seat belt undone while everyone just left him as they rushed in to church. Lori didn't think it was possible for him to be in the car since it was locked! No one knew what happened of how or why, but he seemed okay and took it all in stride as part of being in the line of ten! K9 did not seem fazed by it all. Thank goodness.

Slice of personal history story:

That reminds me of a story I heard told about myself when I was about two years old. My mother was driving with a friend of hers to pick up my brothers from school. I, being the youngest I did not go to school yet. They had gone downtown for something then drove home. We lived in rural San Antonio. When my mother got to the house, she noticed I was missing so she asked my brothers were I was. Beebe answered that I "fell" out of the car down town. My mother was mortified asking why he hadn't said anything sooner. He replied that he thought she would be mad. She drove back to find me in such a frenzy I am sure-- knowing my mother, she wanted to find me, hoped that I was still there and okay. Well, the neighbor who was with her told me that I was just sitting on the curb on Broadway and College Street. My mother never told me this story. I wonder why.

I only knew about the time I rolled out of the car when she turned around in a dead end street by my grandfather's home at the Alamo Cement plant. I was four years old and remember the tumble I took as I held onto the car door handle as she turned around and was just shaken up a little but unhurt. My sister Marty was in the back seat, wrapped in baby blankets, since she was a newborn. I was in the front seat. I had a brown felt bonnet on tied with a black ribbon bow with a brown cape my mother had made from a recycled coat. The coat protected me when I fell out of the 1938 Studebaker sedan and I only got a few scrapes. My great Aunt gave me a cube of sugar to help calm me. That is all I recall, and we didn't go to any emergency room either. My mother said later she was afraid she may have run me over in the turn. My father was in Chicago at the time until my sister was six months and we later joined him.

I attended my meetings at my ward

I enjoyed the talks given at Hank's ward and my home ward. Hank's ward talks were about keeping Christ in our giving and receiving of gifts. Our ward theme was centered on the Savior and the witnesses of his coming. I heard of miracles and faith in the Lord, Jesus Christ in both meetings. I was also pleased to have had the opportunity to hear on the way to Hank's ward on the radio the end of a conference talk by Neal A Maxwell, given in 1998 October Conference, titled "Hope Through The Atonement of Jesus Christ." He said, "Whatever our particular furrow, we can, in Paul's words,'plow in hope' not looking back, and refusing to let yesterday hold tomorrow hostage." How true.

I appreciate the reminder to not look back in sorrow but look ahead with hope.