They were truly beautiful—obviously handmade, designed specifically for individuals who had requested prayer for their sicknesses. We all hear announcements and see the home office updates asking for prayers for the sick, and it is a tribute to the members of the Church how you pour out overwhelming support for those so afflicted. But this display was different. The computer-generated artwork was striking, but each one also had the individual's name embedded in the text, along with references to their ailments, and a thoughtful, scripturally-based message. Someone put a lot of personal effort into this project. I found the lady who produced these cards, complimented her on them, and she told me her story. As a young mother, not too long before, she had suffered through two severe bouts of meningitis. Through the darkness of her sickness the scores of cards and letters from around the world kept her spirits up when her own strength faltered. Once recovered, having empathy as you only can having walked in those shoes, she determined to do something in like manner. But how? She prayed about it, thought long and hard about her skills and capacity and limitations, and finally knew. After hearing her idea, her pastor was delighted to supply her with a color printer and committed to quickly sending all prayer requests he received. "I then pray about each one," she said, "write a note and include a scripture," and then design a special card. After being signed by the Church members, off it goes somewhere around the world, destined for the hands and hearts of someone in a deep trial. As inspiring as it was to see someone, motivated by compassion, use her talents to turn her own trials into an avenue for helping others, another event a few minutes later impressed another lesson of how such love has extra, perhaps unintended, benefits. I noticed a little boy at the table, intent on signing all the cards laid out. Wandering over, I watched him carefully spell his name in his second-grade style printing, and asked, "So, why are you signing these?" Without looking up, very sincerely he said, "Because it makes sick people feel better." What a great lesson, I thought. This lady's act of love is helping both the sick and others in the congregation as well. Not only is it raising everyone's awareness and compassion levels, it is also even training little children in the way they should go. It was a little reminder of an age-old lesson of why love is so powerful: Love begets love. And nothing else helps us move forward like love. What can you do to beget such love in others? See what others are doing in the section on volunteers. UN