Saturday, November 17, 2012

Primary Program Drama—We All Need Help

Last Sunday we attended a Primary program in our daughter's ward where we witnessed an unusual bit of drama.

A Primary class stood up near the beginning of the program. The children appeared to be five or six years old. A smiling boy went to the pulpit first. When his teacher asked him if he needed help, he shook his head no and started to give his part from memory.

All went well until he started to quote a scripture. I believe it was Mosiah 2:22. He got stuck on a word and froze up. His teacher tried to help him. Nothing doing. A member of the Primary presidency leaned forward from her chair and whispered "prosper." It was as if she did not exist.

A true deer in the headlights moment.

Soon the boy's little countenance started to sag and, in silence, he stepped away from the pulpit and lay down on the floor next to the podium.

Children had to step around him. His teacher tried to get him to stand up, but to no avail.

After 10 minutes or so, I saw a pair of little feet sticking out on the rostrum stairs. A pair of sad eyes peeked around to see his parents, who were on the bench right in front of us. His parents were frantically signalling for him to come to them, but he couldn't seem to unpaste himself from his hiding place.

Eventually, the boy made a low-profile dash for the bench right in front of his parents and dove under it. He lay on the floor. His father removed his jacket for the boy to lie on, but the boy wouldn't accept it.  After some coaxing, near the end of the meeting, the boy sat on the bench between his parents, with his father's coat over his head.

I felt awful for the little guy. I am sure just about everyone in the room did. But I've been thinking all week about what happens when we refuse help, especially when we really need it. It often causes a scene and upset feelings. It causes heartache and distraction and lost time and misery and sometime shame and embarrassment.

I suppose the boy did not know what to do, but the impact was the same. What could he have done differently? What would you have done differently?

I am sorry for what the little boy went through, but I am grateful for the lessons I learned.

Accept help when you need it, when it comes to you.

The sooner you accept help the better things will go.

Accepting help costs less in time and embarrassment than not accepting it.

The harder you try to hide your mistakes, the easier they are to spot.

In conclusion, be humble. Listen to your parents, your teachers, your leaders, to those who love you. Things will go better if you do. 

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