Now that kind of question could easily precipitate a full-blown panic attack in any other middle-aged Mormon male. The quiet little voice inside your head suddenly starts shouting: My kids are already jockeying for position for when they read my will! Do I really look that out of shape? But not so for me. Tate has been asking the golden question for years. (We chalk it up to a racer’s instinct for the advantage of the inside line . . . plus it never hurts to ask).
|My ‘Major Award’|
That’s right folks, it was evident from a very early age that something special was going on here. It was so apparent that someone had my name engraved on a trophy! I even remember the Bishop shaking my hand and recognizing me in front of the whole congregation at church on Sunday. The covetous look in my son’s eyes as he held my ‘major award‘ brought these memories rushing back to me in an instant. I took the trophy and was about to launch into an extended monologue of self-adoration when I noticed the dates on the plaque: 1967-68.
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This post is all too true. I look back at all of my major awards in life and realize that without the ever present hand of Mom in my life that I wouldn't be half the man I am today.
Its safe to say that Mom not only a Eagle Scout but that she is a two time Eagle Scout. Which is a big deal because girls aren't to common within the Boy Scout community!
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