This past week, which I spent at my sister's house in Sandy, Utah, I had the opportunity to witness service in action. Scout leaders and scouts appeared at her house with rakes, bags, and strong backs. In unseasonably cold weather, they raked and cleaned her yard, preparing it for fertilizing and mowing.
There was no tangible reward for their hard work, only that of knowing they had performed a much-needed service. I thought of the dedication of the leaders in providing this opportunity for the boys in their stewardship. I thought of the parents who had raised sons who were willing to spend several hours in freezing temperatures and wind helping a widow in their ward.
So, for today, I am grateful for good leaders, good parents, good boys.