Stand Tall, Boys
Matt and I were leaving the Triad Center today after the conclusion of a meeting. He was kind enough to offer me a ride over the the COB to my next appointment for which I was already late. We headed down the elevator to the parking garage, and upon disembarking, found a group of people standing around in the basement. One suited man turned to us and said quietly, “Stand tall, boys.” I was not sure what he was talking about, and was very curious as we turned the corner. There, standing in the midst of a group of people and telling a story of how someone had earned the name of “Bucket” was our Prophet, President Thomas S. Monson.
Wow.
I stopped in my tracks and gasped, “Oh my!” We stood there for a minute as he finished his story and after doing so he was whisked away by his security guards. I have pondered that chance meeting for the remainder of the day today, wondering what would have happened had I decided to walk to the COB. I probably never would have known he was even there. Even though I didn’t get to shake his hand or say anything to him, I felt his spirit the moment I turned the corner. I knew I was in the midst of the Prophet of God. I am really grateful to be working for the Church and downtown near all these great men. Are we sure we want to move our department to Riverton?