This advice was found and followed by Joe, who had been asked to get up at six in the morning and drive a crippled child fifty miles to the hospital. He didn’t want to do it, but he didn’t know how to say no. A woman carried the child out to the car and set him next to the driver’s seat, mumbling thanks through her tears. Joe said everything would be all right and drove off quickly. After a mile or so, the child inquired shyly, “You’re God, aren’t you?”
“I’m afraid not, little fellow,” replied Joe.
“I thought you must be God,” said the child. “I heard Mother praying next to my bed and asking God to help me get to the hospital so I could get well and play with the other boys. Do you work for God?”
“Sometimes, I guess,” said Joe, “but not regularly. I think I’m going to work for him a lot more from now on.”
My brothers and sisters, will you? Will I? Will we? I pray humbly, yet earnestly, that we will.
Thomas S. Monson, Happiness--The Universal Quest, Ensign October 1993
A Prophet's Voice -- Messages From Thomas S. Monson p. 450
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