Mom

What a gal my mom is. She is patient and kind and has always tried to do her best. And as her son I would do anything to protect her from hurtful words or strife. When she gets hurt because of someones thoughtless act, it shall we say,gets her chicks ire up. Recently her feelings were hurt by someone and this person is lucky President Monsen talked about anger or this said person (I shall refer to this person as Sparky,) Sparky would have had several angry Allred children calling for blood. But like my Mom always does she told her offended brood to calm down and move on with love. So reluctantly we put the pitchforks down and extinguished our torches and moved on. Why? I sometimes ask that question of my self. The answer lies in our source. A source so powerful that it protected the two thousand stripling warriors, and made them always turn to the Savior. That source is our Mother and she taught us to try harder and be better than our best. So that is what we will do. Thanks MOM.

P.S. If you need us to pull out the torches and pitchforks we will keep them handy.