More Precious Than...

  Our Elders are hanging up posters advertising free English lessons.  The posters are really nice and they want to hang them on telephone poles.  The only thing they could think of to do that dirty job was some duct tape.  They have looked every where for duct tape and we have too.  They is none to be found.   Luckily,  a Senior Missionary some where brought some to this apartment and we have some in our drawer.  So we had them come over and get it.  They were very excited.  They said, "this is more precious than GOLD."  That is true.  We see many people in the villages and here in town that have teeth filed with gold.  On the cover of a magazine we got on the airport on the way over they is a picture of a women smiling with all gold teeth.
     A man helping Elder and Sister Schwartz put together their furniture thought his clothes were very precious.  He came in in jeans and a nice shirt.  Before the men started working, the one guy took off all his clothes except his underwear.  He didn't want to mess them up.  Sister Schwartz went "woow!"
"Now that is service."   She turned around and went out of the room.  She didn't go back.  They wouldn't take their boxes out after they were done.  They said that is not our job.  Elder Schwartz had to pay each of them 25 lei to carry out their mess.   Service is very precious.
    A couple of weeks ago Elder Kneib and I went  to a day care center for severely disabled children.  We took some toys and furniture over to them.   One of the things we took was a little key board.  There is a little girl about 7 who had a hard time opening her hand.  They have worked with her to get her to do that.  She has no strength to hold up her head she can't sit up either.  She was sitting in a bean bag chair.  She loves music.  I opened the key board and sat it in front of her it didn't work but I tried to show her how to put her hand on it.  Then I found the power cord that went with it.  We plugged it in and put it on a table.  We moved her and the bean bag over to the table.  She opened her hand and reached out to touch the key board.  It made a sound.  Her teacher ran to get her mother and other teachers and parents to watch what was happening.  The teacher had tears in her eyes.  The little girl moved her arm along the keys and made "music."  Such a smile was on that child's face.  It brought tears to my eyes as well.
 The Most PRECIOUS thing of all.   THE SIMLE OF A CHILD.