🎲 Random Story

On another occasion (with humility, I share this story) about a year after we were married, a neighbor of mine, in the same ward, was hired by the airlines and referred me to an interview for a position. According to him, they had many openings and he knew the department manager personally and would put in a good word for me. Peggy and I were so excited, especially for the travel benefits my friend spoke of. I saw myself surfing all around the world: Australia, Tahiti, Africa, anywhere and everywhere. I took up my friend's offer and went down immediately for an interview. I was hired on the spot. My dream of travel was coming to pass; I saw myself on a plane bound for Australia. The manager of the department spoke of the benefits, the pay; I felt really good. Then we talked about my work schedule. In my mind, it was a Monday-Friday job. Since I was a new recruit, I was informed that Sundays were a requirement. I was considered the low man on the totem pole. At that point, that plane that I was on, bound for Australia, crashed, taking down all of my exotic dreams of travel and surf. My countenance dropped and he noticed. He was also a member and emphasized the importance of the Sunday policy for new-hires. There was no getting out of it. I told him thank you, but I was raised in a home where strict observance of the Sabbath had become something I just couldn't sacrifice. As for my neighbor, he slowly became inactive and became heavily involved with those at work, indulging in behavior unbecoming of a true follower of the Savior.