The Things We Do For Love...

 The only thing worse than attending your own 20 year high school reunion is attending your spouse's reunion. Scott was really looking forward to the Marsh Valley Class of 1993 Reunion and I was willing to go because I love Scott.

The reunion was at the high school. Dinner was right in the high school cafeteria. Scott said it looked pretty much the same as when he was there. They had a dutch oven caterer, which seemed appropriate for Idaho. Then we went to the computer lab where we watched a video that showed pictures of most of the alumni, their senior picture and a current one.  Then we were given a tour of the high school. They have recently added a separate building that has an auditorium and a gym. Lucky for those students because Scott told me when he went to school there, because there was no gym, they loaded all the students up in a bus and took them to a place called The Pig Palace. It was a big, old open gym. Scott said it was always cold and smelled terrible. I was hoping we'd get a chance to see The Pig Palace, but it didn't happen.

Scott's fellow classmate with all kinds of personality.

The almni (in the library which still had a CARD CATALOG! Does anyone even know the Dewey Decimal system anymore?) There were 110 in his graduating class, so this was a good percentage that were able to come.

 The best part of attending the reunion was meeting a couple of the guys that were really good influences on Scott as far as getting active in Church. At one point he was trying to get released time to use for flying and studying for flying. Those who attend seminary in Utah and other places with a high LDS population have seminary during the school day instead of early morning seminary. While he was in talking with his high school counselor, who was not going to allow Scott to use release time for flying, a friend overheard the conversation. He convinced Scott to enroll in seminary. This friend's dad was the seminary principal. He promised Scott they wouldn't make him say a prayer or do anything he didn't want to. Scott agreed and it was one step towards him being active in Church and choosing to serve a mission.

I was impressed with Scott for sharing this with both of these men. They both were shocked and only had a vague memory of what Scott was talking about. But it was a testament to what an influence the smallest of actions can have on another persons life. The Lord was obviously mindful of Scott and put the right people in his path at the right time with the most minute of opportunities that had a significant impact on his life.

Harley and the boys love visiting Grandma Lee Ann.