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Show 221 "Grant, do you remember, or had anyone ever told you how nearly you missed death when you were seven?" "No, " said Grant. "Well, I'll tell you, " I said. He was listening, so I told him the story from start to finish. "I have seen people in hospitals swell up and die from Bright's disease without the doctors being able to do a thing for them. Your doctors could do nothing for you, and they admitted it, but the Lord loved you and granted your life to you. Not only that, but he promised that you would grow up to be a great influence on your friends, that you would go through the temple. " "Old Woman's talk! " Grant said, but I could see he was impressed. "Is it! The Lord who spared your life can also withdraw his protection from you and you will lose that life, " I told him. Shortly after that, through the marriage of Rachel and Leo, he met Myrle, exquisitely pink and gold, and she was the one for him. She let him know from the beginning she wanted to be married in the temple, and that any candidate who smoked or drank need not apply. He promptly quit both, started going to church and paying his tithing, but he wasn't home free. One morning after he had done his chores he came in and flung himself on the dining-room couch and hardly moved all day. He was not asleep, because every few moments he would fetch a heart-rending groan. "What's the matter, Grant?" we asked him in turn. His only answers were more groans. Mama became increasingly alarmed. Was he sick? No. |
