The first is one that everyone knows about. Two bombs exploded during the marathon which killed 3 people and injured over 100. I, along with everyone else, was horrified.
It struck me harder than usual news stories and I think it is because I have tender feeling for the city and also because I am a runner.
|Elders Maldonado, Hatch, Fryer and Anderson|
I haven't kept in touch with many of the friends from that part of my life and I wonder if it is sort of because I want to keep my memories like this picture. Frozen forever in a special time where all my worries were about how I could help others. I think that when you share spiritual experiences with others you build very special friendships and those of us who served together in the MBM will always be close. While I was a missionary it was the hardest thing I had ever done, but when I look back all I can remember are sweet moments of love and testimony. So I am sharing this photo on this blog so that I can always look back and remember my mission brothers, and feel grateful for the opportunity that I once had to wear the black name tag.