I never intended it to happen this way. I was minding my own business, taking my wife and kids from Ohio to see my family in Utah. If it hadn't been for a spring snow storm, and the potty needs of my son, and Washington politics, things never would have turned out the way they did. I don't mind too much what happened to me, but I had always expected that it would happen to someone else, like the prophet.
What am I that the Lord would use me for such a great and marvelous work? An old-fashioned small-town Mormon farm boy living a simple life in a large frightening city far from home. I never amounted to anything in the church, or in the world. I don't have the inclination to make lots of money, or to have leadership positions in the church. So both the world and the church passed me by, more or less forgetting that I even existed. The home teachers never come by, but maybe once a month, and the rest of the world has forgotten about me since I don't have a telephone, or a television, and I don't allow people to send junk mail to my post office box.
I can't afford to waste my meager salary on newspapers, or magazines, or movies, or going out to dinner, or any of the other things that typically define modern society.
This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, places, things, or events is purely and totally coincidental.
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