When I was 17, in November of that year (the 14th), I knocked on a woman’s door.  She opened it.  I announced that I was there to pick up her daughter for a date.

It would be interesting if we could see into the future.  There on that doorstep the woman would have seen the man in whose home she would spend the last 9 years of her life.  It’s probably a good thing that we can’t see the future because she’d have likely slammed the door on that vision as she saw that strange boy spooning food into her invalid mouth on the occasions when her daughter couldn’t.

The boy on the doorstep, had he been able to see, would have seen many happy hours sitting on the floor of that home in front of the fireplace while the woman and her husband taught him the gospel and opened his mind to light.

By that time the girl he was there to see had gone away to BYU.  Her example and letters and the Book of Mormon that she gave him brought great floods of light into his life.