Anyone that imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he's been robbed. Life is like an old time rail journey...delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.--Gordon B. Hinckley
Dallin, Ben, Larry, Bekah, Rachel, and Enoch (Spencer did not make it to the hospital because he was at his cousins house and mom was lying in bed recovering from the days events)
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