Loving your fellow man

The last week was really hard on me, one of the most difficult weeks of my life. I guess life is just a struggle sometimes. Luckily, I was able to pause and reflect upon how little my struggles amount to compared to others.
My bishop out here recently wrote a new book with a holocaust survivor, entitled "The Gazebo" which is the account of Alexander Lebenstein who was willing to share his story with Bishop Levin. He came and gave a fireside Sunday night and told us his story. The message I heard was one about the futility of vacuous nature of hatred.
I've been thinking lately about what the worst word in the english language is. I realized on Sunday night that the worst words that can be spoken by the human tongue are those that are accompanied and arise out of hate. Slurs. So often hate we feel is mindless, reasonless. So often we neglect reason and fall into line with others around us. It makes me sad.
Other news - Saturday I was an auctioneer for a service auction. I highly enjoy being an auctioneer. I think I'll try it again sometime! And yesterday we had a comedy/variety show for family home evening. I read a book by Mo Willems. I love Mo Willems.