I’m totally panicked. It’s hard to get air. I’m on the passenger side of a car that’s barreling down the road to Urgent Care. I need my husband to breathe with me, “Out through your mouth. In through your nose.”
In the end, it doesn’t look too serious. Aside from one scary night, I’m doing fine. But this experience reminded me of what it means to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
As Lindsey explained earlier, being Mormon means more than just attending church on Sunday. It’s about being part of a community. When we become a member of the church, we promise to “bear one another’s burdens, that they may be light.” We seek to have “one eye, having one faith and one baptism” and have our “hearts knit together in unity and in love one towards another” (Mosiah 18:8-9, 21).
During the week I saw this in action. I was given rides to where I needed to go. Somebody cleaned up our garden plot. And two women offered to bring me and my husband dinner on the same night. That made me laugh. I’m not sick, I don’t have kids, and my husband is perfectly capable of cooking dinner (and does regularly). Food is just one way Mormons show love and support. And you know, it works.