This past weekend Amy and I went to the Sundance film festival in Park City, UT. We had a great time! We walked up and down Main Street a couple of times. Ran into 50 cent, Emma Roberts and CHACE CRAWFORD!!! It was magical. Later in the evening we went to the Twelve movie premiere and saw CHACE and co. again! Chace was really nice in person and took a picture with me!! magical, I know!
Dear winter: why are you so long? I wish you were over already...you make this semester so hard to cope with. Please end soonish.
Dear BYU: 84 days until graduation!! I'm so excited. I still don't know what I'm going to do after graduation, hopefully I figure things out.
Dear CICU: My 210 hours of clinical are going to be great. I love you already!
Dear parentals: I love and miss you. I wish you didn't move to the Philippines.
Dear Washington D.C.: I think I'm going to be seeing you soon...
"Albert Schweitzer, the noted theologian and missionary physician, declared: 'I don't know what your destiny will be, but one thing I know: the only ones among you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve." ~ Thomas S. Monson
"Gratitude is a mark of a noble soul and a refined character. We like to be around those who are grateful. They tend to brighten all around them. They make others feel better about themselves. They tend to be more humble, more joyful, more likable." ~Joseph B. Wirthlin
"If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven played music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well."~ MLK, Jr.
Good Timber by Douglas Malloch
The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease:
The stronger wind, the stronger trees;
The further sky, the greater length;
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth,
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.