Home run

A guy in our ward told a story about his younger brother Dallin, it was such a touching story and I couldm’t stop thinking about it all Sunday . I am going to share it here I hope I can express the story the way I heard it.
The guy in my ward told of his younger brother who was born with cerebral palsy . At a young age it was predicted that he would not live long and if he did he would be in a wheel chair and never mentally develop or be able to speak. He was a miracle childand his name was Dallin. Dallin exceeded everones expectations with first one word and then full sentences, one step then walking. He was slow but able. He had older brothers who were all very good athletes,
He wanted to be just like them . There was no league for special needs baseball in St. George so with concern his parents signed him up for regular baseball at age 9. The whole season Dalin did not have one home run, in fact he had not even made it to first base. When it came to the final play off games his family decided they would take Dallin out of the game to give his team a chance to win. The coach refused to sit Dallin out for the games , he was a part of the team and would remain a part of the team and finish out the season. The final game came with anticipation and lots of prayers from his family. They watched Dalin get up to bat, knowing that there would be no way he could make it to first base without being tagged because, his batting was always a bunt. Dallin got up to the plate he hit the ball. It was a bunt as expected , the crowd cheered “Run Dallin Run!” knowing he would never make it to that first base. By the time he could reach first base the pitcher could beat him there and tag him. The bunt rolled straight to the pitchers feet . He picked it up he looked at it. And shockingly he threw it as hard as he could to left field no one went after the ball. Dallin shuffled (because of leg braces) to the first base.First time ever reaching first base. Everyone was in awe. The next boy up to bat was an unbelievable hitter he later would play pro. He hit the ball all the way to the fence and ran as fast as he could to first base. He met Dallin at first base and walked him half running half shuffling to second base. The same thing happened again the boy in left field picked up the ball looked at it and then threw it as hard as he could to the other side of the f ield. Dallin and the boy shuffled to third base and then to home. When Dallin reached home base he threw his hands in the air and began to cry he had finally made it home. There was not a dry eye in the crowd. Later when Dallin’s coach asked the other teams coach why he let them score he said he had nothing to do with it he had no idea his boys were planning on doing that. When the coach asked the boys why they did it in their 9 yr old wisdom they said “Because Dallin is our friend , and we wanted to see him be happy.” – No one remebered the score of the baseball game that day but they will always remember what those 9 year old boys did for Dallin.
His talk was on reaching out and helping someone he said that is a group of 9 yr. old boys could make this act of kindness happen surely a ward of returned missionaries and sisters could make things happen. Just so happened that I was called to be on the service committee that day. I’m excited we are volenteering in the special olympics and have a whole summer of service I can’t wait!

The day has come…what was supposed to be a temporary part time job became a full time job for 2 years of my life. This is a bittersweet day not going to lie who doesn’t like to leave a job, but deep down I am terribly sad. I have never told anyone this but I was going to quit my second week here, it was to structured and so much was demanded of me, I couldn’t type fast, I didn’t know who to transfer the phone , basically I felt like a failure. But on the day I was going to quit much to my surprise my cute co-worker Paige had gather others and handed me a gift card and flowers .it was National receptionist day I remember her singing me “happy receptionist day” to the tune of happy birthday. I knew I couldn’t quit. Paige became my best friend at work I told her everything and I mean everything! I have made so many great friendships here it is hard to leave
! just to name a few and what they taught me:

Christine: Who taught me a job worth doing is a job worth doing …perfect. She expected perfection out of my work and pushed me to do so. She also taught me about fashion and calories which we all know are my life long goals :)

Morgan: Who taught me that nothing is to bad that you can’t survive it, to always be nice to everyone, that no matter what happens as a single lady you can be hot and filthy rich (ok so she didn’t teach me that but she is both of those things)
She once said something that has always stuck with me I think her mom told her this:
Before you gossip think to yourself:
1- I s it true?
2- Is it necessary to share
3- Will it hurt someone by saying it?
And to give 100 % percent of you to others, and not be disappointed when they don’t give 100% back.

Paige: That happiness is all in the beholder. She taught me how to be outgoing and make friends. She taught me a lot about being married and how to be happy in everything you choose. To help out in any area you can even if it’s not your job. And to not settle for anything.

Natalie: Oh where to begin, she taught me how to make over 1,000 labels ;) she taught me all her HR tricks. She let me cry to her when life was hard. We cried when something witnessing something hilarious that only we could understand. She taught me how to make goals and reach them, how to be positive no matter what. How to do fundraising and plan parties.

Ron : Who taught me your never to old to hit on young blond girls 

These are just a few but I have learned how doing satisfying work leads to a satisfying life. And that women can play a huge part in the business world you can achieve anything if you want it bad enough.

I will miss so many things about this job but a few I won’t miss include:

Not having to say “Good morning _____ This is Amy, how may I help you?” 20 times a day!
Doing the dishes

Cleaning the conference rooms
Mailing, fed EX ing, ordering supplies.
Having my name yelled from the copy room because the printer is broken and they think I can fix it.
Having my name called from the break room to bring them the menu folder.
BRIEFINGS, BRIEFINGS, AND NO MORE BRIEFINGS.
Having to deal with angry callers
Having to deal with paper sales men

Oh how I have learned patience! I think everyone should be a receptionist once in there life to truly learn patience. This job has molded me into a better person all the hard times have definitely built character in me. I think I may have been directed to this job just for the people, if so it was totally worth 2 years of my life.

Leaning and Leaping

Prov. 3: 5
“Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”
This was one of the last things Pres. Monson at the closing of general conference. I listened to the whole two days of conference and nothing struck me more than those lines. Recently I have heard this scripture over and over, and I think I will continue to hear it through out my life. I have been faced with a lot of big decisions the last couple months and even though they don’t make sense to me I know there is a plan so here I am leaning and leaning and leaning not to my own understanding but to the lords, with as much trust as I can give . I am taking a leap of faith, a big one and hoping I don’t fall short of making it to the other side of the canyon. I have gone back and forth a million times on this decision I haven’t slept for a week, I have weighed options, crunched numbers, researched, prayed, fast, went to the temple , second guessed myself, I was spent! And after much deliberation I have decided to do it! I am moving down to Provo in two weeks, It’s not logical, It will cost more, I have never been out on my own, I will have a long long long drive there and back, I will be a hair instructor something I have never done before, but despite all of this I know I should go, for whatever reason I feel that it is right, I know it will be hard and I know it will be a huge learning experience. I never thought I would be one of those girls who quits a good job, leaves free rent, friends, and family behind just because “It felt like the right thing to do” But that’s where leaning comes in, I have moments when I get that feeling in my stomach ..you know the feeling when you are at the top of the roller coaster looking down at the steep decline in front of you, and I think to myself “What the heck am I doing?” But I am very familiar with that feeling and those thoughts and I know to revert back to my original feeling. I know it will all turn out I know the lord would not lead me to where he is leading me without a plan. I know this. I am at the top of the roller coaster I will either throw my hands in the air and scream and have a great time, or I will get nauseous and throw up and have a terrible time, either way I know the ride will come to a stop and I can get off whenever I wan to, who knows maybe I will get off and find the whack-a-mole game is a better suite for me?

AF DAY!

If anyone knows me they know I love jokes and pranks! And today is the official day to celebrate pranks. I have been know to not be trusted in this area, it started out at a young age I was a joke teller of very “unique” jokes and apparently if you did not guess the punch line I wanted you to I would say no try again until I got a punch line I wanted. I was very mischievous a few examples are: Once I cut the phone cord while my mom was talking on the phone because she would not listen to me, I called 911 several times and they actually called back and said there would be a huge fine if I called one more time, I cut my bangs extremely short while a babysitter was “watching” me. In my later years I made Oreo cookies and filled them with toothpaste surprisingly my dad thought the minty taste was nice (gross) I love pouring cold water on people in the shower or opening up the shower curtain and screaming, I love hiding and jumping out and scarring people. Recently I hid by my front door while my 6’3 brother took out the garbage when he walked past I jumped out and scarred him –success! My little sister wrote a note on the fridge that said mom I need lunch money and I signed my name -love Amy. Oh How I love it! I love to drop random things on peoples door step. Toilet papering, car writing, putting items in Jell-O, rearranging whole rooms, you name it! It will never get old. SO today was no different I started today off with a bang! A girl from my work is out of town today I txt her this morning and said “Now don’t freak out but the new guy is taking your office and they are moving your stuff out” I got a call ten minutes later when I picked up the first words I heard were “What the H#LL are you kidding me!!!!” “I can’t believe they are doing this!!!” I paused for a second then replied “APRIL FOOLS!” she said are you serious! She laughed I laughed she said she slightly hated me ;) and crapped her pants a little because she was so mad! –Success! I love it! The day has just begun one prank down a million to go! Here is a little snippet of a past prank when we took gross expired food snuck into the Fowler boys house and placed it in a spot it would be found, watch out I’m on a role! I love APRIL FOOLS DAY!!!

Some thoughts

"Sucess is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm."- Einston Churchhill
Seriously may be the theme of my life
This one is posted in my math class I sometimes stare at it for long periods of time- math will do that to ya.
"Do not worry about your problems in mathematics, I can assure you mine are greater."
-Einstein
True that!Einstein True that!
and lastely
"Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall togehter."
Have a wonderfully rainy Wednesday!

Becoming Bernice

This post is really for my sister Michelle who finds the humor in my life.
Allow me to introduce Bernice. (Name yet similar has been changed) I met Bernice the other night and she made me think a lot…. … Bernice is 35 single never been married only child, never left home without a parent, Bernice has natural mousy brown hair with about 3 inches of blond tips (from grow out) Bernice has two dogs (don’t recall what kind because I don’t know dogs) and lives in her parents basement, she works in the accounting dept. for the church all of her clothes consist of sister missionary material black, tights, black buckle doc Martins, plaid skirts etc. Bernice’s parents still pay for everything from her hair to her meals; Bernice hasn’t waxed her eyebrows since she was 20. She goes to bed every night at 9:00 if she stays up till 10 she is extremely tired the next day. Bernice has a very hard time speaking her mind or even knowing what she wants. Her mother and 65 year old aunt make all the decisions for her. Bernice has a hard time making friends and meeting her soul mate she has traveled long long distances to meet online acquaintances in the hope that they turn in to online soul mates. When I talked with Bernice her mother informed me the two of them would be traveling 8 hrs to Idaho on Saturday to meet another online friend who they had been talking to for four months. Bernice was going to wear her mother’s sweater with a broche on it to meet the man. When I asked her if she had been on a lot of vacations she said yes last month to Oregon for a funeral. I asked Bernice if she was going to school she said she didn’t have the money or energy, not sure what Bernice spent her money on but she was broke. I came home and told my mom I did not want to become Bernice, I explained that I never wanted to give up having ambitions and chase dead beat online boyfriends, don’t get me wrong there is nothing wrong with being older and not married, but when you loose yourself and goals and ambitions that’s when it becomes sad. I made her promise me she would kick me out at age 30.While Bernice is a lovely person she is so different from me. A life not lived to the fullest is a life not lived! There is so much to do and see and become, there is no time to waste being shy and living in your parent’s basement having other people decide your future. My mom reassured me I was to pretty to not be married by 25 (as mothers do) I hope Bernice meets her soul mate and finds her happiness, In the meantime I will be staying away from black Doc. Martins and livin life up! Best of luck to me and Bernice.

I tried to find a fitting picture for this post I entered Bernice into google images and this was the picture that came up...




yep that about sums it up :)

7 am class...

Needless to say I was one tired girl. I was trying so hard to keep my peepers open, and with only 4 people total in the class and, the only one who responses to the professor it’s a little difficult to not be seen sleeping, I think my professor has anxiety if i'm not looking directly at her reassuring her that I’m listening, and giving her feedback. But sometimes you just can't fight it! the evidence is in the notebook, I had a good laugh when I went back to read my notes and found my scribbles apparently your writing is not that legible when your eyes are half open? Who knew?