Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Service in Jail...

I remember an experience on my mission where we were visiting with a woman who had lost a child to SIDS. She was mourning and depressed and was having a very difficult time finding a reason to get up every morning. I remember thinking that I had never experienced death of a close relative or friend in my life up to that point. I wondered how I would react. Would I be depressed? Could I function? Would I be sad but comforted because I had a knowledge of the Plan of Salvation? It made me wonder who I really was deep inside. What are my core beliefs? What was my foundation? I could speculate all I wanted but until a situation came my way, I wouldn't be tested.

Zane has shared some feelings he had when he was in jail. The one thing that stood out to me was his reaction to it all. I'm sure there are many people in the same situation who would ball up in the fetal position and lament the entire situation. Others might get mad and build up resentment and ill feelings the entire stay. Zane did neither of those. I am sure he had moments of those feelings. He wouldn't be human if he didn't. However, the thing that impressed me was that he made the most he could of the situation. He got out of himself and instead, served those around him. He helped inmates study for the GED, he committed acts of service, and generally, he kept a positive attitude in the situation. He became friends with some of his fellow inmates. Relationships that I have seen continue today and many of them thank Zane for his influence and example in jail. Zane is such a good guy and has such a love for those in his life. I am truly grateful for his example in my life.

I came across this quote from "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl and, although Utah County Jail cannot compare to a concentration camp, it reminded me that we all have a choice. How are we going to react to our trials? What is our foundation? In moments of trial and stress, it will manifest itself. Zane chose a positive path and, in so doing, made that year in jail meaningful and purposeful. What a great example.

"We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms--to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.

And there were always choices to make.

Every day, every hour, offered the opportunity to make a decision, a decision which determined whether you would or would not submit to those powers which threatened to rob you of your very self, your inner freedom; which determined whether or not you would become the plaything of circumstance, renouncing freedom and dignity to become molded into the form of the typical inmate.

Seen from this point of view, the mental reactions of the inmates of a concentration camp must seem more to us than the mere expression of certain physical and sociological conditions. Even though conditions such as lack of sleep, insufficient food and various mental stresses may suggest that the inmates were bound to react in certain ways, in the final analysis it becomes clear that the sort of person the prisoner became was the result of an inner decision, and not the result of camp influences alone. Fundamentally, therefore, any man can, even under such circumstances, decide what shall become of him--mentally and spiritually. He may retain his human dignity even in a concentration camp. Dostoevski said once, 'There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.' These words frequently came to my mind after I became acquainted with those martyrs whose behavior in camp, whose suffering and death, bore witness to the fact that the last inner freedom cannot be lost. It can be said that they were worthy of their sufferings; the way they bore their suffering was a genuine inner achievement. It is this spiritual freedom--which cannot be taken away--that makes life meaningful and purposeful."

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The morning after the best first-date weekend...

This was delivered to me at work on Monday morning. I was a bit tired after staying up all-night Saturday night and not getting to bed early on Sunday night. Best follow-up delivery...

Friday, August 1, 2014

Meeting the kids...

Sunday was rough. I was so tired. We had stayed up all night talking and I was emotionally and physically spent. But there was no time for a nap. I needed to be in Church with my kids.

I love Church. I love the people in my congregation. I love that it has a smaller youth program so that my kids can be heavily involved. They give a talk at least once a year and when they aren't there, people notice. I appreciate that. After my divorce, I clung to my ward. I needed the stability and love from the people for myself and for my kids. I was a wreck. I tried very hard to keep my kids from seeing that but inside I was a wreck. I leaned heavily on the amazing people in my ward to show consistent love and acceptance of my family when I wasn't so sure I could do it. They were all amazing and I am truly grateful for that blessing. Every ward should be this wonderful.

After church, I needed to head to Spanish Fork to return a truck I had borrowed from my brother. My new 16-year old son/driver was going to follow me and bring me home. Zane and I had been texting throughout the day and when I mentioned my plans, he was quick to suggest that he meet me in Spanish Fork and bring me home. Hmmm, I hesitated slightly. I just met this guy and he wants to bring me home to my HOUSE? He will know where I LIVE? I liked the guy, I was falling for him. But what if he really was an AX MURDERER??

But that was just a fleeting thought. I was excited to see him again. So, yes, he can bring me home.

Zane met my brother, sister-in-law, and nephew that day. We still tease about the impression he made on them. I think we were all a little nervous and there were some funny jokes told that we still talk about.

On the way home, I expressed my anxiety about him meeting my kids. I wasn't sure if I was ready. My kids knew I dated and occassionally even participated in it. We had fun together scrolling through on-line profiles, chatting online, and they even joined me on a few dates. I didn't want to hide the fact that I was dating but I also didn't want to parade a bunch of guys in front of them either. I think I found a good balance. I guess I will find out when I see the therapy bills they will all need in the future.

I REALLY liked Zane and I knew my kids would like him too. He came into the house, performed a few magic tricks for my kids, and they were hooked. I'm sure the "turning a one-dollar bill into a twenty" helped with the first impression, too. Zane was so great with them. For a guy who professes to HATE kids (as do I, so I can totally relate), he hit it off well with my kids.

The next day, I told my kids that I was really interested in Zane and I wanted to pursue a relationship with him. This is how my youngest reacted...

Me: I think I want to start dating Zane exclusively. What do you think?

Shane: The Magician??

Me: Yes.

Shane: (pumping fist into the air) YES!!

I think they were okay with it. Time would only tell how things would turn out but I liked what I knew of Zane and I wanted to see what could come out of it. He is a great guy and I felt spiritually at peace with my decision to move forward with the relationship. I am a big believer of Fruits.

3rd Nephi 14:16-17: "Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles? Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit."

I was willing to invest the time to see what our fruits could be. I was excited for the adventure.