Saturday morning I rode a No. 70 bus from Salt Lake City to Bountiful. I observed a young man in his teens in a wheelchair. He was sorely afflicted. His skin was stretched tightly over skeleton-frail bones. He had a pleasant countenance. Sitting near him was another young man about the same age, healthy and well.

I observed the kindness they showed each other. They listened well. They shared kind words. There was much caring and thoughtfulness.

My emotions were stirred, as were those of others, with the quality of goodness and decency displayed in these wonderful young people.

May McConkie

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