We don't need more to be thankful for. We need to be more thankful.

There is a "Church of Christ" which is located next to our LDS Stake Center. We walk past it every time we walk to and from church. On it's billboard it says "We don't need more to be thankful for. We need to be more thankful."

I've always been grateful for the gifts which I've been given. There is no way that I can thank everyone who has given me something. Like all the soliders who have fought for freedom. I know that not all of them died, but those who survived were never the same. To those and their families "Thank you very much without your gift my life would not be the way it is".

By the time I arrived for enrichment it was almost over. There was a lesson being given and quilts being tied. The part of the night that affected me the most was after it was all over. I talked with a sister who lived in Germany during the war, it was very interesting hearing stories from her. She mentioned that she finally wrote down her life story. She kept putting it off, but finally did it last year. She mentioned that since she wrote it down it has been easier for her to think or talk about it. I'm grateful for hearing those stories. It makes the war more real to me. I've actually never met someone who lived in Germany or even fought in the war, so I was intranced in her stories. I know that I will never fully understand what it was like during those times, but I want to hear the stories. It makes it real to me. It doesn't seem like a nightmare in history. I know the stories are not fairy tales, but it is real life history.
She told me about the first time she saw an airplane. It was low enough that her and the two girls walking with her to school were able to see the pilot. They waved to the pilot, then he started shooting at them. She was in the middle of the three. One girl lost her leg and the other was shot in the eye.

To those who share your stories thank you. I know it is difficult to relive and share those personal stories. Thank you!

With these stories it puts a new view with how much my older brother sacreficed. I know that Jesus Christ suffered and died for me. I know that he died not just for me but for everyone.