Ricky

A few saturdays ago Ricky (who is my home teacher) changed the oil in my bug. The idea was to teach me how to do it on my own, I didn't learn a thing.

Ricky lets me tease him and call him stupid all I want, and still comes back for more. And he is always happy. Happy to be teased. Happy to be called dumb as a rock. I love him for that.

When he left after changing the oil, my dad said "Whitney, the way you talked about Ricky, I thought he was down syndrome. He's actually a way nice guy."

I love the Mt Mahogany ward more and more, week after week, because of people like Ricky. I feel blessed to serve there.

That is all.