To: Jimae From: Wes

Dear Jimae, since I got your name and read how this service project would work, I thought to myself "I'm going to do this well, I'm not going to be a jerk". Every week that passed by, I would end the week with a sigh, commmitted to not let this service fly by. One week in ward council the relief society asked if anyone could help install some kitchen plumbing for a family who's dad was away in therapy for a serious condition that he will most certainly die from in less than 2 years. I sat in silence waiting for someone to volunteer, but the request seemed to fall on deaf ears, so I raised my hand and said I, I would give my sweat and tears. I put in my best effort for nearly 2 hours, hardly a drop of sweat and no tears were drawn, so the though never crossed my mind that I would count this for my service project. Nonetheless, I was more than happy to help. As the weeks began to slip by, I kept trying to find a great creative idea of service that would be worthy of Jimae. Each Thursday night, before Friday morning garbage pick up, I would drag our big black garbage can to the curb, and out of sense of neighborly love, and maybe an excuse to stay outside for a little bit longer, I would take another short trip to the Newman's driveway and take theirs too. It only took an extra minute, no way could I count this small effort for a noteworthy cause. Nearing the end of my alloted time frame, my wife, Cristina, had planned her big service by name. For our renter below, she would clean her appartment and garnish it with a new table worthy of show. Of course for my wife I would do as I was told, so I carried the 100 pound boxed table from the garage to the basement, and assembled it with the ease of a paper fold. A few new light bulbs, some wet wadded hair clogging the shower drain removed, and a few screws to straighten a door. Now that my wife has fulfilled her service project, how can I be outdone? I'm too competitive to be the only one to not complete a challenge! No more walking, I now must run! As the final weeks turn into days, I have no time for a big service project. The demand for my time and attention at work increases, and the snow on the road makes my commute even longer. One snow fall here, and another one there, during my snow removal duty, I decide to plow the sidewalk for my neighbor... since I'm already in that direction, I might aswell keep going and plow the next neighbors sidewalk too, afterall, this gas powered machine is doing all the work. Before I know it, I have plowed the side walk for all 10 houses down my street. 3 times I do this on different days, but it hardly took much extra effort since all I do is sit and push a gas pedal... no, this can't count as my service project. As Christmas day has finally come, and I have no grand service project story to share, I'll let you be the judge... did I share Our Saviors Love? Wes