Story

Once upon a time....a young man had 9 siblings. Today 5 of them are dead. Two were infants and died shortly after birth "while washing cloths". I speculate that the babies died while the mom was still recovering from childbirth. Another of the boys got meningitis and the mom would take her boy in the trike to the hospital back and forth but he died anyway.
This young man first heard of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints while he was studying to be a priest in his own church. His father was an apostle of that church and his mom was faithful. The young man had an older sister who sent the missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints to him. One of the missionaries asked the man, "Do you KNOW Jesus Christ?" The young man did not answer. The missionary told him there was a way that the young man could know Jesus Christ and the young man was intrigued enough to listen. He joined the church, his parents put up no objection as they let him decide for himself. Soon he went on a mission. After telling another sister about the church, she joined and went on a mission also. A brother lives a ways away from both of them and has been a bishop in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-Saints. No knowledge of his story.
The oldest sister had a baby and died "while washing cloths" though the baby made it. The young man and his other sister moved to another island and found spouses and had beautiful children. The father died and the man and his sister did some proxy work for him. The young man grown has talked on the phone often with his mother but hasn't seen her for almost 20 years as the distance is "much money". Now his own son is serving a mission.



Excuse me while I go repent of whining.