V and B along with S and C were at a girls’camp above Cedar City working to set up for the Fall Camporee for St. George Scouts. The camp was in the tops of the mountains covered with quaking aspen just turned yellow and orange. 260 scouts and their leaders were to show there that night to start activities planned from 9:00pm to 1:00 am. It was the first for everyone there to have the activities all done by headlights.
M had as usual gotten one hour of sleep in the early morning hours and had worked night to have everything organized for the camp. Yet there are always things to be done just before the boys arrive. V had packed all day Thursday and the truck and trailer were loaded for our early take off Friday morning. The whole H family met us in Cedar City. I left with Marta and Junior team and L to go to St. George where we were scheduled to register participants for the Triathlon and finish preparations for the scout camp. E worked on making dinner for V, B and whowould need it at scout camp, finished making winner badges, M worked on a tough scheduling adgenda of how 42 troops would do each of 6 x 3 activities which she could not figure out throught the middle of the night. L and I were boiling water and dumping it in coolers for hot chocolate for the boys breakfast of pancakes and sausages.
Liesl and I dumped a very large pot of just boiled water into a very large cooler probably holding u[ to 10 gallons. It was not probably about 1/3 filled and was last of the four coolers we were going to fill. We have each left the stove area of the kitchen when we heard the scream. J had tipped the cooler of just boiled water over on him. Marta from the office reached him first and turned on the cold water. I took him as she reached for ice and I searched for burn areas was it on his hands or face I could see his little foes turning white and knew it was especially one foot that I kept dumping cold water over.
The rest can be read on Marta’s blog. But on Sunday v and I went to a church across from Sun Brook Golf Course and a scout age boy talked on Wilford Woodruff. God does love us was Barbara Thompson’s message Sat. night at RS conference even if your child sick or …
Here is Wilford Woodruff praise for protection even when injured:
Wilford Woodruff learned to trust deeply in the power of the Lord early in life. According to his own record, he underwent many accidents and other hardships and was only spared because of the mercy of the Lord. He fell into a caldron of scalding water at the age of three; (J turns 3 in less than 2 months) he slipped from a beam in his father’s barn, landing on his face on the bare floor; he broke both his arms by falls; he narrowly missed being gored by a bull; he broke his leg by a fall from a carriage; he was kicked in the stomach by an ox; he was buried beneath a load of hay when his wagon tipped over; he was in a wagon that overturned when a runaway horse bolted down a hill; he fell fifteen feet from a tree, landing fiat on his back; he was saved from drowning in thirty feet of water; he narrowly escaped freezing to death when a passerby happened to see him crawl into the hollow of an apple tree; he split open the instep of his left foot while chopping wood; he was bitten by a dog in the last stages of rabies; he was thrown from a runaway horse and broke one of his legs in two places and dislocated both ankles. All of this happened before Wilford was twenty years old!
Later he fell twice from the top of a mill wheel, narrowly escaping being crushed to death. On two other occasions he was dragged behind a runaway horse; a gun aimed directly at his chest snapped accidentally but fortunately misfired; a falling tree hit him in the chest, breaking his breastbone and three ribs and badly bruising his left thigh, hip, and arm.
It is no wonder that he early recognized the Lord’s power to preserve him. Contemplating these accidents later in his life he said, “I, therefore, ascribe my preservation on earth to the watchcare of a merciful Providence, whose hand has been stretched out to rescue me from death when I was in the presence of the most threatening dangers.”
A thoughtful young man, he always wanted to do what was right. In his early teens he wrote, “My age is an important period in the life of every man; for, generally speaking, at this period of life man forms much of his character for time and eternity. How cautious I ought to be in passing this landmark along the road of my early existence! I feel that I need care, prudence, circumspection and wisdom to guide my footsteps in the path which leads to honor and eternal life.”
His constant search for guidance led him often to the Lord in prayer so that when he finally did have the opportunity to hear the gospel, he was well prepared to receive it.
Prayer , priesthood blessings and fasting along with doctors helping show M how to help the burns and blusters heal will help J heal. His loving brothers and sisters, mom and dad will be carrying him for a few weeks. It reminds me of the bond between Hymn and Joseph when Hyrum held Joseph for months when as a youth his leg bone had to be cut out. Somehow good things come out of difficult things.
It was a great Fall Camporee. No scouts were injured… but boy were they tired!
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