Week 14 - The fortnight week (from Dad)

Dear Jordan,
안녕하세요. We hope that you continue to be well. We continue to pray for you every day. I still pray that you will continue to learn the languages (Korean and Chinese) and to understand the people. Great job on setting the appointment over the phone! 훌륭한 일 (this is probably a bad Google translation of great job) It is one thing to be able to see the person's expressions as they are talking versus just listing and understanding the caller. When I was teaching English to the Galena Branch members, they were fine talking face to face but they were terrified of talking with someone on the phone.

We are healthier now. Bekah is over her strep. Mom is feeling better. Rachel had a cold but is getting over it. Elder Munton gets headaches in the mornings. On Saturday, I received a call from the missionaries to see if I could go on splits with them because Elder Munton needed to rest for a couple of hours. I went with Elder Alpin giving out invitations to a March Soup Madness get together for the Edgemont ward on the following Saturday. We also tried to set up an appointment for a discussion.

Grandma Jones is in Denver still with Bonni while Chris is deployed to Afghanistan. Ben is still looking for a career job rather than just a job. Robert is still prepping to take an exam for his work. Grandma and Grandpa Stamps will be visiting tomorrow for a few hours. Mom gave the girls permission to skip school to visit with them during the day. Hannah rejected the offer but Sarah asked, "Even me?" Sarah has Friday off already.

Yesterday, President Hanni gave me a ride home from TRAX and he asked about you. He read the part of your last letter where you were starting to understand the people. Both of us remembered when we started understanding the people and you are pretty much on track. He thought that you had said that you were feeling confident in the MTC with the language and I said that I didn't recall seeing that in any of your emails. I seem to remember that you were insecure in your ability to speak Korean. It doesn't really matter. What matters is how you feel about your ability to speak, write, understand Korean and the people (same for Chinese, my multi-lingual son). I am sure that you are using the Spirit to understand the people. Speaking of which, Bruce sent me a story that I think you might enjoy. I will include it at the end of the email.

I did a Google search (yes, you can stop chuckling now) on how to learn Korean and there was a result that said "how to learn Korean in 15 minutes". I looked through it and it was interesting. It was more about the alphabet and how it is the simplest/easiest in the world. It started out with the 9 consonants and 2 vowels.
Consonants Vowels
no ee
b oo
d
g
r
m
n
p
s

Each syllable is squished into one block and must have one consonant and one vowel. If you want you can add one more consonant on the bottom.
If you add a little notch to the letters, you can change the sound that they make.
G becomes K, D becomes T, Nothing becomes H, S becomes J. Add one more notch and you get CH.
If you add the notch to a vowel, it will sound like the place you put it.
EE becomes U like Up front or A like in fAr away or E like in bEfore or A like in After. OO becomes O like in Over or OO like in rOOt.
If you double up a consonant, just stress the sound. If you double up vowels, you just blend the two sounds. Usually it just sounds like you added a W. If you double up a notch, it just adds a Y sound.
There are 3 letters that make a different sound if you put them at the end of a syllable.
O makes an NG if you put it at the end
^ makes a T if you put it at the end
2 makes an L if you put it at the end.

Please let me know if this is basically correct. If you haven't see this but it is correct, I hope that this will help. (located at: http://nedhardy.com/2012/04/25/learn-korean-in-15-minutes-yep-its-that-easy/ but you don't need to open it)

Please let us know what is happening with you. Believe it or not, we want to hear about what you do each day, who you are teaching, what are your successes and failures, and what you are learning from the Spirit. We understand that you only have so much time each P-day (even President Hanni says so) to send emails but we would like as much as you want to share. I wonder if it is because the smoke smell that you have to deal with that you answer the questions but don't embellish. Please make sure that you are keeping track of everything in your journal so that you can refer back to it in the future. As you know, this will be the hardest but most joyful time for you until you get married.

We love you very much. We miss you. We support you. You are great!
Love,
dad, Mom, Sarah, Hannah, Rachel, Bekah (and all of the unseen angels round about you)

P.S. - the actress who played Helga in Hogan's Heroes died this week. She was 76.

P.S.S. - here is the story from Bruce Mecham.

This is Brother Blaine M. Yorgason's "vantage Point" of an experience that he had a little more than a year ago.

POLICE IN THE TEMPLE
Blaine M. Yorgason

On the Saturday late shift, 15 December 2012, I was called to the front Recommend Desk where I saw two police officers. As the Assistant Recorder I asked how I could help them, and was told there had been an accident involving a young child. "We need you to find the mother," one of them said, "and bring her to us as quickly as possible."
With the help of the sisters at the Family File Desk we isolated the session she was on, and I went up, stopped the session, and asked the surprised officiator if a Sister Rita Paige was in the room. Looking worried, a woman rose to her feet and came toward me. I led her out into the foyer, told her there had been an accident involving one of her children, and informed her that the police were waiting downstairs to take her to the hospital’s emergency room.

Anxiously she followed me down to the sisters’ locker room and went in to change back into her street clothes. Feeling bad that I didn't know enough to tell her more, I asked a Sister Ordinance Worker to bring her to the front desk as soon as possible, and then I went there to wait with the police.

A little later I saw her coming, walked back to meet her, and returned with her to the two officers. As soon as they realized who she was, both of them turned toward me.

“Why didn’t you bring the father?” The officer who spoke seemed quite put out
.
“Because you asked for the mother,” I replied.

“No,” the other officer declared, “we asked for the parents! We need them both!”

“Whatever,” I thought to myself, for I was certain they had asked only for the mother. Nevertheless I retraced my steps, once again stopped the session (the only two times I have ever stopped a session) and this time asked for Brother Bob Paige. Looking bewildered he rose to his feet and followed me into the hall. While awaiting his wife the police had told me their nine year old son had drowned in a local motel pool, but passersby had been able to revive him sufficiently to restore minimal vital signs. What they hadn’t told me was that he was exhibiting no brain activity whatsoever!

I conveyed what little information I had to Brother Paige, was amazed at his calmness, and he even stopped with me while I put the name Christian Paige (their son’s name) on the Prayer Roll. When we reached the front desk the officers were gone with Sister Paige, but another officer was just coming through the front door, and he immediately escorted Brother Paige out to his police cruiser.

Perhaps ten minutes later another officer came through the door and asked if I would gather the family together as soon as they came through the veil, and privately tell them what I could, and that if they wished to see the child they would be escorted by the police to the hospital.

I did as instructed, but by the time the people had gathered at the front door we were all informed that the child had been airlifted to Primary Children's Medical Center in Salt Lake City, so they slowly dispersed and I returned to the Recorder’s Office to continue my more normal activities.

Several times over the next few days I asked about young Christian’s welfare , but no one I asked knew anything. As I began my Thursday afternoon shift I asked our head of Temple Security, Ray Anderson, if he had heard anything, and he replied that from what he’d been told, the boy had walked out of Primary Children's Medical Center the past Monday, feeling fine. I was both amazed and thrilled to hear this, and a little later when I could get a few minutes alone, I thanked Heavenly Father that the boy and his family had been so blessed.

Perhaps an hour or so later, President Jeppson of the Temple Presidency entered the Recorder’s Office. “Brother Yorgason,” he stated as I looked up from the computer, “I want you to know how pleased I was to hear about the life you saved last week.”

“I didn’t save anyone’s life,” I replied, certain he had me confused with someone else.

“That isn’t how I heard it,” he replied. “Weren’t you the one who assisted that family whose son drowned in a swimming pool while they were here on a Temple session with other family members?”

“Yes, but…”

“Well,” he interrupted me, “I just spoke with one of the police officers who was here that day in his official capacity, and he assured me it was you who saved the boy’s life.”

“But… I don’t understand…”

“According to him, they had requested of you that you go and find the boy’s parents as quickly as possible, and bring them to the front desk. Rather than hearing them ask for the parents, however, you heard them ask only for the mother, so it was just her you brought back with you.”

“Yes, President, I remember that.”

“Well, Blaine, that’s how you saved his life! You were listening to the Spirit. You see, even after the boy was taken to the Emergency Room with vital signs, the doctors were unable to discern any brain activity. Based upon that, they decided the boy had died and needed to be removed from life support – which also meant they needed the permission of both parents to take such action. Had you heard the word ‘parents’ they would have both arrived in time to give their permission, and their little son would have died.

“But because you heard the word 'mother' and so had to make a second trip up into the Temple to retrieve the boy’s father, thereby taking twice as long as it should have to get the parents together in the ER, you gave the Lord time to restore the child’s brain activity – his life. That is why, instead of Brother and Sister Paige giving heart-broken permission to let their child die, he was able to give his son a blessing before the child was air-lifted to PCMC in Salt Lake City, where he continued on to a quick and full recovery.”

“So what you’re saying, President, is that because I’m half deaf and move so slowly these days, the boy lived.”

President Jeppson chuckled. “No, Blaine. What I’m saying is that because you listened to the voice of the Spirit rather than the voice of men, you saved his life. Thank you, Brother, for being in tune.”

Well, since then I’ve thought much of this experience, and while I am more than grateful to have been a small part of it, I now realize that rather than moaning and groaning about the aches and pains and other vicissitudes of aging, which I honestly don’t like, it would be far more appropriate if I accepted them graciously as Divinely disguised gifts of the Spirit. After all, the Lord can turn all things to our good, which means, I suppose, that there are times when it isn’t all that bad being somewhat hard of hearing as well as maybe the slowest-moving old guy in the St. George Temple!