A Journey

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I just have to say: I love BYU. It's a place unlike any other in the world.

I've always wanted to be here, and I did it. Right out of high school, I did it. I remember worrying because people said it was harder for white boys from Provo to get in, and I remember that scaring me. But I got in. The same week I became a starter for the varsity soccer team. It was a really cool time for me.

Then I spent hours and hours and hours there. And I stretched myself, and became a better person. Here are two memories.

One:
I came back to school (at BYU), older and more alone than before. Everybody I knew was gone and graduated. I was almost starting over. So I prayed that I would make friends. And I was scared because I was older than everybody, and didn't really know anyone. So I'd go to school, come home, and repeat. It wasn't like before when I'd go to a friends, or the dorms, or hang out on campus. I was taking a book of mormon class. And there was a period where I came in, sat down, and felt great. I smiled at everyone, said hi to people I didn't know, I even saw somebody from another class and talked to them. I was making friends! I realized God was answering my prayers in really great, small ways. And I was happy. At the start I had a lot of self-doubts. But through simple means, my prayers were being answered. I remember sitting in that class, feeling a little overwhelmed with gratitude. Having a little bit of hindsight. Seeing the Lord's hand at work. You know? It was a really good feeling.

Two:
I was a teenager, biking with my friends on campus. We'd ridden the two miles up timpview drive, down ninth east, to the south end of campus. And as we were rolling around, we stopped by some stairs where some people were walking down, and I got a really strong feeling. This is the place I needed to be. And so, no matter what, I decided I was going to go to BYU.

A LOT of things opened up along the way. A lot of good people entered my life, along with a lot of great opportunity. So I'm kind of sad that it's ending even though it took a really long time. It was right for me. It was good.

And that's the best part. It may have been long, and winding, and hard and full of moments where I didn't know what was going on in life or where I was going, or what I was going to do, but all along the way, God showed me the good.


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NY Times

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He put health act in peril
Pointing out 
Four little words.
The first threat
To the first man’s
Signature achievement. 
It really was
A rudimentary power point.
Those four words
He pointed to
Previously unnoticed
In health care law
Putting the entire act
Into Peril.

Humble, though
Mr Christina said he hesitated to take
too much credit. 


Based on Lawyer Put Health Act In Peril By Pointing Out 4 Little Words by Adam Liptak, New York Times. Tuesday, March 3, 2015.
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Sharing

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Love is Not All (Sonnet xxx - 30)
Edna St. Vincent Millay 

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; 
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink 
And rise and sink and rise and sink again; 
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, 
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; 
Yet many a man is making friends with death 
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone. 
It well may be that in a difficult hour, 
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release, 
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power, 
I might be driven to sell your love for peace, 
Or trade the memory of this night for food. 
It well may be. I do not think I would.

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Take, For Example, This Truck Stop

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A place where you can come from St. Paul, MN, sit in a booth by yourself and ask across an almost empty dining room: "Hey, is that a boat on your hat?"
Or a place where $1 equals one not so good pancake. Where they must have left the batter out longer than they should have, or something.
Or a place where they don't even sell much beef jerky, but seem to have plenty of clipboards.
A place where you thought you could come to write, but end up observing instead, and making across an almost empty dining room talk with a guy who has to be back by the 13th so he can help his daughter move across the state.


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