Nephews return from their missions — 1989, 1991
As I’ve sojourned through life, I have found the majority of my days filled with fairly routine happenings dealing with education, work, church, home life, or recreation. These are all wonderful and rewarding endeavors, but the memories of these day-to-day events quickly fade. Occasionally, however, memorable and stimulating events occur, bringing lasting impressions, variety, and vitality to life. Two such events were the wonderful experiences of being at the Salt Lake City airport to welcome home my nephews, Gary and Greg, from their missions. Gary returned from Australia in December of 1989 and Greg from Argentina in December of 1991. It is difficult to express the joy, the pride, the elation, the overwhelming gratitude that swelled in my heart as I saw those great young men, worthy and clean and radiant, stride up the walkway and into the arms of their beaming parents. Tears flowed profusely as I considered what those two years would mean to them, and also to see them safely home. To ponder the lives they had touched, the testimonies they had borne, the truths they had taught was uplifting and faith-promoting. I’m convinced beyond doubt that no experience can compare with a mission in a young man’s life.
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