Sunday, August 7, 2011

T-273 : Prophetic Hand

We took a trip to Utah the other day to shop at IKEA, visit family in Saratoga Springs, and to watch the Days of '47 Parade.  Growing up in Preston, having heard about the parade, and even having watched it on television on occasion; I'd never yet attended in person.  It's been on my bucket list of things to do.  We drove right down to Liberty Park and were able to park a couple of blocks away.  Apparently some people stake their tents out and stay overnight!  We did have to sit back from the curb a bit.  Tara actually preferred that to being in the crowds.  And, with no candy to be retrieved, our kids were fine with it, too.

Probably the highlight of the parade was when we saw a dignified car rolling along.  We were far enough back that we couldn't tell exactly who it was at first glance.  We soon squinted at the door placard enough that we could tell it was President Thomas S. Monson.  It was a solemn moment.  Tara shed tears.  Thanks to the power of the zoom lens I even have photographic proof; even if all you can see is his hand and the last few letters of his name on the sign.  Trust me.  It was moving.

How close have you ever been to someone you deem powerful?
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