Names changed for privacy. It was a usual Sunday morning. My family and I went to church and attended Sunday services, like the usual thing. But there is something more special about this Sunday, not because of the fact that more people went to church today. It’s for me that is something special – or… someone. We are using the Plan A in our ward – so we have our classes and Sunday school first before the sacrament. We are all standing singing a hymn from the hymnbook when I suddenly have the urge to look at the double door behind us. Then I noticed a tall guy came in wearing a cap, a red shirt and a khaki shorts. Wait a minute, I told myself; I think I know this guy. He’s got those eyes that would make you think he’s Chinese or Korean. He’s a little bigger now though, but his gait is still the same. That gait that you would be certain that this guy loves to work out or loves sports so much. He came closer as the congregation sang. He walked closer… closer… then a church friend (seated ...