Merry Christmas

What a wonderful day. Newly fallen snow then peaceful silence here in Taylorsville. We had a great holiday. Tim is taking annual leave from work all week and enjoying the family. We're playing games and working on family projects. Joseph continues intensive Physical Therapy all month until school starts again in January. Happy holidays to you all.

A Christmas Lesson

Today is Joseph Smith's birthday, Christmas Eve eve. We thought you might enjoy this true Christmas story from the life of a dear friend and neighbor:

A Christmas Lesson 1932
Bernon Auger

The Christmas day of 1932 is one day that I never will forget. Christmas that year fell on Sunday and in our home we always attended church as a family. Santa brought a new pair of skis and a new 22-caliber rifle. While doing the morning chores that are necessary on a farm, my youngest brother and I decided this day we wouldn't go with the family to church. We conceived the plan if we didn't go we could be the first ones to try out the new toys.

With so much rebellion, father consented to leave us home. Our punishment was that we had to do all the chores, which were many, even milking all the cows in the evening. This we readily accepted. We waived goodbye as they left and promised that they would have no need to worry. We stood and watched them go down the road in a bob sleigh until they were out of sight.

We forgot about our promise and hurriedly started to execute our plan, which was to take the new skis and rifle to try them out. There was about two feet of snow, as I remember, and it was snowing. I took the rifle and the old pair of skis and Arnold took the new skis and we headed for the hills not too far from our place. We planned on being back before the family got back from church so the wouldn't know that we had been out.

We had been out a long time and were hoping to see a rabbit that we could shoot, thinking that it would make a good dinner. But, we saw none. The snow began falling harder and we decided we better go home and get the chores done as we promised. Since we were on top of a small hill we turned our skis downward for a thrill and a race to the bottom of the hill. Halfway down I lost my balance and plunged headlong into the snow. At that moment I let go of the rifle, and I didn't know which direction it went. We spent a long time pawing through the snow before we found it. I remember how tickled I was when I took hold of it again.

Realizing we were out of time we hurried home to start doing the chores. I told Arnold to clean up the rifle and skis and put them back where they had been, thinking perhaps we could hide all evidence of what we had done. I hurried to the barn to take care of the cows before the folks got home. This way it would be a perfect day.

I had hardly made it to the barn when I heard Arnold screaming to the top of his voice. I turned around and saw him running toward me saying, "Do something, I'm dying". I couldn't imagine why he would say that. I ran back to meet him and asked what the matter was. All he could say was, "I'm dying". I noticed that he was holding a white dishtowel to his chest. I pulled the cloth out of his hand and believed every word he spoke.

The most frightening feeling that I have ever had came over me. In front of me was my brother bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound in the upper chest. As he was cleaning and ejecting the ammunition he put the gunstock down between his feet sitting on the coal range oven door. As he was ejecting the bullets one discharged. I had the feeling of panicking, but really I didn't know what to do. The only thing I could do was help him back to the house and go for help.

Living five miles from the nearest doctor and knowing the roads were drifted full of snow I knew I couldn't go there. All our neighbors had gone to church. I ran to the barn and got the saddle horse and started for help. When I passed the swinging gate in front of the house, there was Arnold begging me not to leave him. He kept saying, "I'm dying". Again I took him back into the house and laid him down on the floor and told him to be quiet as possible, assuring him that everything would be alright.

Upon reaching the saddle horse I looked down the road, I believe beyond the shadow of a doubt that what I saw was the best sight that I had ever seen in my life. It was the folks coming home from church. I shouted to the top of my voice for them to hurry. At that moment I broke into tears for joy or sorrow I couldn't say which. I felt something tugging at me as I stood there for I felt as if I had no sense of feeling. I realized that Arnold had come to me when he heard me shout. When Arnold saw the folks coming he collapsed in my arms and I thought the words he spoke had come true.

I will never forget the look of anguish and despair that was on Mother's face when they pulled up the to the gate and screamed to know what the matter was. What should have been one of the happiest days of our lives turned into the most tragic.

It took father only a few minutes to sense what had to be done. He turned the sleigh around, wrapped Arnold in blankets, and headed for the doctor. Under normal conditions it would take a team and sleigh one hour to make it to town. This day, even though the roads were drifted full of snow, father realized that time was vital and he mercilessly whipped the horses to go faster and made it to town in 45 minutes, breaking, I believe all records under such conditions. Needless to say, with the loving care of mother and the fine work of the physician Arnold pulled through with little or no bad effects.

Once Arnold was "on the mend" father returned home. I dreaded seeing him. I was sure I was in for some stern punishment, perhaps even a stripe or two with the razor strap. For the rest of my life I have remembered that meeting. He came through the door of the house and walked directly up to me. Then, he said, "Bernon, I hope you have learned a lesson from this." That perhaps was more stinging than any physical punishment might have been. I knew that I had disappointed my father and mother. Throughout my life to the present there is not a Christmas that comes and goes without my thoughts reflecting back to that one. I have had many happy Christmases since, but I have learned this lesson from experience, that rebellion and disobedience can only bring trouble and heartache.

Bernon J. Auger was a great friend of our family. He was born in Preston, Idaho in 1916, just a few miles from where Tim grew up in Cache Valley. He attended Preston High School and Utah State University. He worked for Utah Power for many years until he retired. In 1942, he married Quida Griffiths in the Logan Temple. Together, they had four children. She died in 1988. Bernon married Janice Jenkins in the Jordan River Temple in 1990. Between the two of them they have eight children, 27 grandchildren and 39 great-grandchildren. He enjoyed woodworking, gardening, family history and his family. When Tim was Stake President he called Bernon to serve as Stake Patriarch where he served for many years before he died on Nov. 7, 2007. Tim was honored to speak at his funeral. Bernon gave Elizabeth her patriarchal blessing and helped Tim ordain Joseph to the Aaronic Priesthood in Jerusalem in 1994.

'Tis the Season' - December 17, 2007

Joseph finished his finals this past week as he launched himself into daily physical therapy and full time celebration. Joseph got his table (see blog for Monday, September 18, 2006) up and functioning. The new 7 foot long mat is pretty much filled up by his 6'4" bod. Joseph has physical therapy twice a week at our house besides Neuroworx four times a week. (Neuroworx has a new website look, with lots of good info, check it out).

Joseph and Dad talked to the U.S. representative of the China stem cell treatment people and discussed details, costs and etc. We're still planning on May and will begin fund raising in ernest after the first of the year.

We had a family party on Saturday. It was Denny and Ethan's birthdays and the Shaffer family Christmas party. Most of Gloria's family were here and we enjoyed food, fun, and great company.

The last photo is of Joseph's nephew Gavin. Joseph has the ability to make him laugh out loud, it's our new favorite family entertainment.

In the News - December 9, 2007

KSL NEWS STORY
On Monday, after class at the University of Utah, Joseph was interviewed by Ed Yeates of KSL-TV. The link to the story is here: ksl.com - Utahn Traveling to China for Stem Cell Transplant. It was shown on Channel 5 news at 6 PM that night. Many have commented on seeing the story. Some thought it indicated that the China trip was being funded by the Christopher Reeve Foundation and IHC -- no, but they have donated money to Neuroworx. (We still need to come up with 40-50k by May 1st).

LETTER FROM SENATOR HATCH

The same day in the mail Joseph received a letter from Senator Orrin Hatch (R-Utah). Click on the letter to read it. He and Joseph had a visit after a fireside where Sen. Hatch spoke, earlier this year. They had an engaging conversation about stem cell therapy and Sen. Hatch's enlightened position on the issue (Hatch Introduces Human Cloning Ban, Stem Cell Research Act). He asked Joseph to keep in touch. The letter was thoughtful and impressive. It refers to the story in the news about exciting advancements in stem cell research (see story Skin Cells Converted to Stem Cells in the Wash Post or Stem Cells from Skin Cells: Scientific American).

STEM CELL TREATMENT IMPACT STUDY

Friday Joseph began as the subject of a study by five Uof U Physical Therapy Masters Degree candidates. They joined him at Neuroworx where they began their initial evaluations. They began with a history of the accident and his progress since, then they measured a full range of Joseph's physical capabilities. They will continue with the initial assessment next week and will follow his progress during the next month of intensive physical therapy. They will also reassess developments before and after the stem cell treatments in China.

The group from right to left are Jan Black (MS, PT, Clinical Director, Neuroworx), Becky Lund, Tyler Snow, Justin Carrier, Brian Smith, and Bonnijane Black. They will put together a plan and work with Joseph's therapy during the coming month and follow up in the months ahead.

Snowed Out - 2 December '07

This is the weekend of snow. . . beautiful, white, soft, quiet blankets of new snow fell over the weekend. Joseph spent the weekend doing homework as the semester nears the end and Dad worked on getting the lights on the Christmas tree. We hereby declare the blog 'snowed-out' this week.