Ten More to Go

So, I know that we are all serving. Just not talking about it. Which I can dig, because I haven't been posting either.

And I know that not everyone wants to toot a horn. Or make a sock monkey.

So let's talk about the service we have been rendered. I recently (today) had the privelege of speaking about the Atonement at church, and I got to thinking about all of the amazing things that I have been helped with and given because of that. I know that nothing I can ever do for anyone on this earth will ever measure up to the gift I have been given, but I have to try.

So here is one of the best services I have ever been given.

My best friend, before she was my best friend, was also my next-door neighbor. You may know her. She is pretty awesome. So, one time, I had just found out that the reason I was so black and gloomy all the time (ALL THE TIME) was because I had chronic depression. And I needed medication. And I would need it, in all likeliness, until I either hit menopause and changed some stuff in my hormoneez or died. Whichever. For some reason, this did not provide me with relief, this diagnosis. It made me ashamed. Like I was less or broken or whatever. And I mentioned it to my neighbor and she and her sister-in-law told me that I was not broken. And that they had all been on pills and potions. And that it made things better. And that no one thought I was bad. And then we went to Ben and Jerrys. And I took my medicine. And it was THE GREATEST THING EVER.

And that little conversation that she probably does not remember having was one of the best services of my life.

The end.

PS: One of the best services I ever gave? The time I brought fifty McDonalds cheeseburgers to the soldiers out camping with Army. Guess who won that "Greatest Wife" election? Me.

PPS: Does it count if I totally brought those cheeseburgers to make sure I won the election? Because I kind of did.

PPPS: What is the best service you have been given?