There were two storms our last few days at the MTC: one was white and beautiful, and the other brought us to our knees. Dad had a terrible headache, not like any he had ever had before, which would not go away. To make things
worse he could feel a migraine coming as well. The pain was unbearable, and we knew we needed help....
Prayer, a priesthood blessing, and a trip to the ER in Provo made it so that we were only one day late leaving for Rio... We had more thoughts about opposition, and felt grateful we aren't in this alone.
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