Yesterday I was asked to share a personal story as part of the Relief Society lesson. The teacher had asked 5 or 6 women to share stories about their experiences with teaching and teachers.
So guess who's the only one that didn't cry during her sharing part. The last sharer even pointed out that everyone had cried except me. Not in a bad way or anything -- she was just making a joke.
OK - for reals- when you're sitting in a class like that, and the spirit is really strong, and everyone else who speaks is crying, do you think less of the person who doesn't cry? Do you wonder if they just take things more lightly than everyone else? Maybe they're not as spiritual?
I'm beginning to think there's something wrong with me.
I guess I could carry some onions in my purse for moments when I felt like tears would really emphasize my point.... but that would present another whole set of problems, wouldn't it?
ON ANOTHER NOTE
In Sacrament meeting, one of the youth speakers got there without his talk printed out, and couldn't get it to print in the clerk's office, so about 2 minutes before his talk was supposed to happen, I saw him come in and tell his mom (one row over) that it was a no-go. I motioned for him to come over to our bench, pulled out my netbook, and connected to the wireless network so he could find his talk online. He took the entire thing up to the podium and read the talk right off the screen. It. Was. Awesome.
Maybe I CAN be trusted with the youth and computers after all.