Welcome to Life: Hard Hats Required

How Deeply Confident People Approach Problems

2014-04-26T21:55:00.001-06:00

I took his anger personally. After all, seeing potential pitfalls had become a key component of my contribution to the marketing and events team. It took a while for his message to sink in, but I realized that along with developing a knack for identifying problems, I had simultaneously atrophied my skill for solving them. Our exchange has long since faded, but the message lingers nearly a decade later: Don't come to me with a problem unless you have a solution.

My boss did not say don't come to me with a problem unless you have the solution, he said come with a solution. It took a while for the message to sink in, but this moment changed the way I approach bumps in the road and made me a more confident person.

When highly confident people identify a problem, they do more than sound the alarm. They prepare a solution or two of their own. Only then, do they pull everyone into the proverbial conference room. They don't always identify the best way to solve a problem, but they always demonstrate commitment to fixing it. They show leadership by offering the first suggestion.

My high-school algebra teacher hung a sign in his classroom that read, "No Sniveling." That's the message. Anyone can complain about things that don't work and identify the suboptimal. The game-changers bring something to the table and move things in the right direction.

Bring solutions to the boardroom, to the conference room, to the classroom, and to your family room. All areas of your life will benefit. Commit today that you will NEVER complain again without proposing a solution. You'll be surprised at how it changes your approach to life in general.

Of course, that tees up my next topic: How Confident People Deal With Being Wrong. I'll post it later. For now, tell me what you think.

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Lessons Learned Down On The Farm

2012-06-13T14:57:00.003-06:00

I originally wrote this post for an internal blog at work. As I pondered the lessons it shares, I decided that it would be appropriate for this audience as well. Perhaps you'll find a little motivation in it, and better understand what I do for work.

My father used to tell me about all the things he learned growing up on a farm. He milked cows and irrigated the fields as a part of his chores, and rode horses for recreation. He even competed in the annual Lehi Days rodeo, until during one competition a cow stepped on his chest and brought the tradition to an end (don’t worry…he’s okay!). My grandfather had studied medicine and my dad became a lawyer, so when I married a farmer’s daughter two and a half years ago, I had a lot to learn. Today, I’ll share a few important lessons that I learned on the farm that apply to our work at Symantec.

Lesson #1, I learned to “stop and smell the roses.” Even though I grew up only three miles from my father’s childhood “farm,” I was a city slicker. Once I entered the professional world, the pace got ever faster, and soon, my “to do” list had completed crowded out my “to relax” list. I felt stressed almost constantly, and desperately needed a break.

Looking down at the barn and farmhouse from the pasture.

My first visit to the farm induced the best form of culture shock I had ever experienced. In fact, today I call the farm my happy place. For the first time since I could remember, I had no cell service, no portable telephones, no voicemail, no wireless internet access, no city lights, and nothing but the sound of the wind rustling through the wheat. I felt as though I had been whisked back to the simplicity of an earlier era…and I loved it. When I got back to the office, I felt refreshed and had a new perspective with which to approach my work.

Dad and Ben installing 2nd floor support beams.

The work we do at Symantec plays an important role in the lives of millions of people around the world. Our digital world faces ever-increasing threats from those who would destroy it, and we are the frontline defense against the attack. At times, our “to do” lists can grow longer than the hours in a day. Especially in times of heavy workload, I believe it important to stop and smell the roses. Take a few brief moments each day to notice how the wind blows through the trees, or enjoy the warmth of the sun as it beats down on your face. Just as my trip to the farm became the rebirth I needed to climb back in the saddle, a few brief, daily moments to take your mind off work and enjoy the world around you can help you maintain the focus, drive, and determination we must have to succeed in this intensifying battle to protect the digital world.

Passing up I-beams.

Over the Memorial Day weekend, my family and I returned to the farm for the annual family reunion. This year, we had a project to keep us busy: building a new house. Most people hire a general contractor when undertaking such a task, but not my father-in-law, Kirby. No challenge can match his will to try. He successfully managed a wheat farm into his forties, and now serves as the VP of Operations for a multi-million dollar company – all without a college education. So, he didn’t surprise anyone when he announced that he planned to design and build their dream home by himself.

Lesson #2 became quickly apparent as we pulled in the gravel drive – the power of one. Kirby had spent hundreds of hours researching construction techniques, planning, asking questions, and building. He read about plumbing, framing, nails, wood choices, building codes, and a litany of other subjects. At the same time, he spent hours forming and asking questions of experts that helped him implement his newfound knowledge (Lesson #3). By the time we arrived, he had poured the foundation, support pillars, and the basement almost single-handedly. He had also completed the first subfloor and framed all of the walls on the main level.

East side of the house mid-way through the weekend.

We have all heard the saying, “you can’t teach old dogs new tricks.” Too often, however, I think we sell ourselves short, consigned to believe that WE are the old dogs. Innovation will play an important role as Symantec looks to stand out as the leader in an increasingly complex marketplace. We need everyone to bring the best new ideas to the table. No matter how insurmountable the task, we have to believe that each of us has the power to accomplish. Let’s take a lesson from Kirby and dare to dream of things bigger than ourselves (Lesson #4). Let’s push ourselves beyond the boundaries of ability that we have imagined for ourselves. Finally, let’s work like farmers to ensure a successful implementation.

All the boys on the upper-level with our ~~toys~~ tools.

With the weekend in full swing, I learned Lesson #5 I want to share today – the power of team. My father-in-law had accomplished an incredible amount of work on the new house in the year that he had worked on it, but it remained far from complete. With a team of sons at his side, he raised the second level of the home – including the I-beams, rim joists and sub-floor – without heavy machinery in only two days.

As we push forward in FY13, individual contributions will play an ever more important role to our team success. When we bring strong individual contributions to a carefully coordinated team effort, we can raise our level of achievement far beyond the expectation we have set for ourselves. Working as a team can multiply our efforts exponentially.

For me, the farm has become a place to learn, and a place to live out a childhood fantasy. My father-in-law penned the motto for his company, which summarizes everything I have learned on the farm. It might do us well to keep it in mind, “Think like scientists (or for us like marketers), work like farmers, dream like children.”

The complete Dailey family as we neared the end of a work day.

My Little Prairie Dog

2012-05-15T07:59:00.000-06:00

I have the cutest little boy, and I love watching him learn and grow. At each stage of his development, I marvel at something new. This week, we've had a fun, yet exhausting, new experience with Eli.

The Prairie Dog

Ever since our trips to Arizona and Washington in April, Eli has entirely forgotten what it means to sleep through the night. Of late, that means he gets up about 3:45 AM, 6:00 AM, and then finally for the day around 9:00 AM. Emily and I thought it some miracle when he slept until five a few mornings ago. When I heard his cry, I changed his diaper and brought him to our room. Standard protocol.

Em tried feeding him, but he demonstrated complete disinterest. Unlike his normal early morning journey to our room, this time, Eli wanted to play! He kept moving around from side to side of the bed, burying his face in the pillows and squirming all over. Eventually, he would crawl up to Emily or I, leverage our bodies to pull himself up, and look around like a little prairie dog. We had slept with the window and shades open that night, so he was looking out into the parking lot, noticing cars driving by and an ever increasing amount of light. His head bobbed from side to side, then he would jump down into the covers and start the process all over again.

Even with the reduced amount of sleep I got that night, I am grateful for my sweet little boy. With my birthday passing last week, I realized just how old I've become. I'm glad Eli has come to keep me young.

The Summer of 1,000 Miles

2012-05-03T22:25:00.000-06:00

Several summers ago, I decided to get serious about road cycling. I started riding my bike to work, during lunch, and after work. Typically, I spent 3-5 hours a day on my bike, 5-6 days a week. I maintained this schedule for about three weeks, logging between 30 and 50 miles a day. It was during this time I achieved my personal best for speed: 55 miles per hour (GPS verified). I experienced the positive side effect of all that time on the bicycle, and dropped 20 pounds in three weeks.

My three week excursion into athletics culminated with a ride in the Salt Lake Century. It was 107 miles of road cycling in the same day. By the time it was over, I thought my rear end might fall off. I hadn't trained well enough, and it showed. I took over 11 hours to complete the ride. Even though I didn't lead the pack across the finish line - in fact, I was dead last out of thousands of riders - I am proud to have finished the race. I wore a heart monitor, GPS tracking device, and pedal speed monitor that measured my caloric burn for the day. In the end, I pedaled off nearly 14,000 calories in a single day (That's about 4 pounds of fat!).

A couple years later I met Emily, and introduced her to the concept of wearing Spandex while cycling. To this day, I'm still not sure who was more embarrassed about my spandex...Emily, or her 12 year-old-brother. Emily is still protesting this event three years later, and Sam didn't stop talking about how "he had padding on his butt" for days.

Anyway, with that history out of the way, we arrive at May 2012, and "The Summer of 1,000 Miles." I am ready to do it again, but this time I am doing it right. I'm building up from scratch to another century ride at the end of the summer. In preparation, I'm going to ride 1,000 miles between now and the end of the summer. I'm already off to a good start with 4 rides behind me: 3.04 miles, 5.07 miles, 5.56 miles, and 6.85 miles. That's 20.53 miles so far this summer. I'm 2% of the way there. :-) Averaging 10 miles a day, 21 days a month, I should be able to meet my goal. Of course, I'd love to blow this goal out of the water, but I do need some time at home with my family! :)

What are some of your fitness triumphs? What are your plans for the summer? Anyone in Salt Lake want to team up? Let's get kicking on The Summer of 1,000 Miles!

A New Step Forward

2012-04-24T23:29:00.006-06:00

One of the best parts of parenthood is the constant reaching of milestones. Sometimes I feel like I'm inventing firsts. With so many firsts to celebrate, choosing the most significant presents a substantial challenge. I have often missed firsts that Eli accomplishes with his momma during the day, but this week I have been around for what I consider three extraordinary firsts for my boy:

(1) Opening the dishwasher - Several weeks ago, Eli discovered the joy of climbing up on the dishwasher and unloading momma's soiled dishes. For a while, few things delivered greater joy. As he has gained a firmer grasp on the permanence of objects, Eli began to notice that the dishwasher frequently disappeared from the kitchen into the wall. Yesterday, he figured out how to make it happen. I had loaded the dishwasher the night before, but forgot to lock the door and start it. When I walked into the kitchen Monday morning, Eli had his hands on the door to the dishwasher pulling. I asked him what he was doing. He squealed with glee, and then pulled the door open, and climbed on up, reveling in his victory.

(2) Starting the dishwasher - As a follow on to Monday's adventure, this morning I walked into the kitchen because i heard the dishwasher start. Eli and I were the only two awake at that point in the early morning, but I did not suspect what I would see. Rounding the corner, I saw my little boy, standing on his tip toes, both hands on the dial to the dishwasher he had just started. I don't think he knew what he had done, but he sat down and started clapping for himself when he saw my smile. An applause well deserved.

(3) Baby Steps - I don't remember my own first steps, and to my recollection I have never seen a baby take his first steps before. I will never forget Eli's first steps that happened tonight. As I lay playing with him on my bed, I stood him up on my belly. He stood for a few seconds and then fell, as he has many times before. A few more times, and he broke into laughter each time I reset him in place. Then, without warning, he took what approximated a step while falling down after yet another successful standing moment. I called for Em and he did it again, this time a little more sure. Twice more he took a step on my belly before collapsing in a fit of giggles. Em went for the camera, but too late. He seemed to have no more steps in him. A few minutes later, I took my boy out to see his mom. I set him down, standing on the ground. After he fell, I called for Em's attention, and she looked. Then, I helped Eli get started and let go...much like I will someday do when I teach him to ride his first bicycle. In a moment that still seems somewhat surreal, he took four steps and then sat down. What a victory! We all clapped together.

The clapping must have confused him, because every time after that, he would collapse before I let go and start giggling. He thought it funny to fall down. An hour or so later, he took a couple steps while skyping with his grandparents, but nothing so miraculous as the first set of four steps.

We tried again later to film him. We got a few steps, though nothing so good as his first steps. View Emily's video of Eli trying to walk here: http://on.fb.me/J9nV3O

When I think about the meaning of being a father, these moments flood my mind. The firsts bring me closer to my boy, and to my wife with whom I share these moments. No one else will experience life so closely together with our son until he finds a wife of his own someday. We will always share a unique love and bond, built on the foundation of our time and learning together. The sum of these little moments comprise what we hope for all our lives. They are the makeup of our family, our relationships, and our love. Eli, tonight, I thank you for sharing those experiences with me. You have occasioned the growth of our relationship, and deepened the love your mother and I feel for one another with your new step forward.

Hard Hats Required!

2012-04-22T22:14:00.000-06:00

I suppose I'm a bit of a wimp...or at least, I used to be. I think it comes with the territory of being the smart nerd. Yet, somehow, I've lived in ignorant bliss of my constant sanctimonious sniveling. I thought I was tough. I guess, I never really thought much about why I love watching football, but not playing it (at least, not the tackle version). I don't have a manual labor job, and I don't like to pump iron at the gym. I whimper when I stub my toe, and seem to constantly be in pain from banging my head somewhere new. It was only last year that I finally mounted a horse again, 14 years after being thrown from La Bamba (yes, for those of you who know her...she's a bit of a half pint...She's not even a full size horse). And finally, it took 45 minutes to get my flu shot a few years ago because I hate needles that much! When I married Emily a little over two years ago, my approach to pain didn't change, but the sympathy sure did. If anyone else's first reaction to my pain was to say, "Cowboy up!", I don't remember it. When it first happened, I wasn't sure whether my pride or my foot hurt worse as I lay melodramatically mumbling about my injured toe and contorting my body as though it helped the pain to pass.

I'm not exactly sure when the transition happened. In fact, I didn't see it coming...kind of like the 2x6 that helped me realize how much I'd matured since my wedding day. Recently, while helping my father-in-law work on his new house, the wind in the Palouse kicked up like I had never experienced it before (easily over 30 mph). With my hands gripping tightly to the beams of my father-in-law's newly constructed wall, and fearing that the wind would soon rip the section from me sending it splintering to the ground 20 feet below, I looked up to ask him how much longer until he could drive some nails to help me keep the wall in place against the wind...

...I tried to warn him, but before I could, a 3-foot long 2x6 had blown from the top of the neighboring 12-foot wall, and missed his head, landing squarely on mine. After a few moments, I regained some clarity. To my father-in-law's luck, and my great surprise, I hadn't let go of the wall. My father-in-law took the wall from me long enough for me to realize that my hair was now partly missing from the scalping, and fairly matted with blood.

Maybe the board had finally knocked some sense into me. Rather than writhing on the floor in pain, I took hold of the wall anew and told my father-in-law to finish the job. I made it about five more minutes before I had to sit down. I said, "Dad, you've got about 60 seconds before I sit down." It was just enough time to get a solution in place, and I pulled up a piece of plywood seconds before nearly blacking out. Looking back, I wonder if I had just locked my knees...(Read Emily's version - including pictures - here)

There's a lot of things that I appreciate about my wife. She's helped me to grow in many ways since we got married. Even after the sheet rock and paint are applied, the blood-stained wall of my in-law's new living room will forever serve as a symbol of gratitude to my wife, the one who first taught me to cowboy up. I only wish that before heading to the construction site I had read my own blog and remembered, its all part of life...Hard Hats Required.

The Unreasonable Man: Memorial Day 2001

2009-08-13T12:30:00.003-06:00

George Bernard Shaw wrote, “The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.”

I’ve always been a bit of a trend bucker. I don’t often “go through the motions.” I rarely take no for an answer. I love proving people wrong when they tell me I can’t accomplish something. This is the first in a series of memories about myself in moments as the unreasonable man:

Memorial Day 2001 – George Bush was coming to town for the Memorial Day holiday. At the time, I was enrolled in an AP Government course at Mountain View High School in Mesa, AZ. I had a burning passion for politics and really wanted to hear the President speak. I told my father that I wanted to attend. He indicated that it would be nearly impossible for me to get in to the speech as only 2,000 tickets would be issued and that those would be reserved for local dignitaries.

When someone tells me that I can’t, sometimes I feel compelled to prove him or her wrong. I set out on a journey to come up with tickets. I’ll spare you the details of making it happen, but with a few phone calls to my congressmen, I had 10 tickets reserved for the event. I made arrangements and spread the word to friends. Before we had finished, we had secured over 100 of the 2,000 tickets to the speech. The unreasonable man never stops believing that he can.

Of course, for the reasonable man, the story might end there. But no, I was determined to be the unreasonable man. As the speech concluded, I quickly made my way to the front of the crowd. I wanted to shake the President’s hand. Plus, if I could accomplish one small task, I knew how to blow Mr. Good’s (my AP Government teacher’s) mind. Just as President Bush was leaving the platform, I reached the front and reached out my hand and got a quick handshake. I asked him a small favor. He smiled and agreed. I walked toward the exit a happy man having heard the President of the United States speak, having shook his hand, and having had him sign my pocket edition of The Constitution of the United States of America.

Again the reasonable man would have left satisfied. I was actually feeling quite reasonable at the moment, but as I was preparing to leave, a reporter with the East Valley Tribune noticed my shirt. It was a plain white T-shirt with an iron-on transfer on the back. The text read, “Shill and Bodine, Whitehouse in 2020” superimposed on a picture of the White House I had downloaded from whitehouse.gov. Before long, we had scheduled an in my AP Government classroom. On the morning of high-school graduation (about a week later) the story ran in the East Valley Tribune.

Seeing my picture on the front page of the newspaper next to the headline “Grad Aims for the White House” gave me a sense that I really could make a difference. In the article, Tyler Bodine, my vice presidential running mate, and I shared our planned run for the Presidency in 2020 (the first election for which I will be eligible to be President).

Only time will tell how unreasonable I will be. Will I actually run? There are plenty of twists and turns ahead in life, and I haven’t ruled it out. Our nation needs strong, moral leaders who are willing to stand up for the principles of righteousness. Whether from the White House or my local community, I will be one of those thought and opinion leaders. I will be the unreasonable man.

When Parents Don't Wait Up

2009-08-07T17:30:00.000-06:00

I was talking with a close friend this morning about parents and waiting up for teenagers at night. As much as it drives you nuts as a teenager, I appreciate that my parents cared enough to wait up for me when I was younger. As much as I pretended that I didn’t want to share what had happened on my date or with the boys, it was secretly my favorite part of the evening.

As we got older and more responsible, my parents became a bit more trusting and told us they were going to sleep at a decent hour. They asked us the courtesy of waking them to let them know when we were in safely for the night. I learned a few things from this transition, which I’ll share with you here:

Parents don’t remember things that happen while they’re sleeping—I was pleased with the newfound freedom my parents had offered me. I was thrilled to be trusted and to be a little more grown up. That said it wasn’t a perfect system. I can’t even count the number of times that my parents would ask me why I hadn’t come in the night before to tell them I was home. Even though they didn’t remember, I respected them enough to keep trying until one night…
Parental bedrooms are dark late at night—I came home from a date one evening and tiptoed in to my parents’ bedroom, being cautious not to wake them. As I approached my father and reached out to let him know I was home, he became startled and jumped out of bed lunging forward at me. I’m not sure what he was dreaming about, but he thought I was an intruder. Being under friendly fire, I retreated quickly. With my heart rushing, my lungs heaving and fear (and maybe a tear or two) in my eyes, I tried to convince him of my identity.

After a few panic stricken seconds, he realized who I was and we shared a tender embrace. Needless to say, I didn’t wake my parents after that when I came home late. They trusted me more. They didn’t have a choice. As I recall, we worked out a system with the hallway light outside their bedroom so that if they woke up worrying they would know I was safe.

In the midst of the panic, I learned a few important lessons that night. I learned first hand what it means for a father to protect his wife and children. I understood on a little deeper level how much my father cared for us. He was willing to risk himself in hand-to-hand combat to protect us (though I have this distant memory of him grabbing something to swing...maybe I’ve fantasized this part). I am deeply appreciative to my father for the protection he has provided to me over the years: spiritual, temporal, emotional and physical.

I also gained a deeper understanding for parents and how much they care about us kids. Parents want to know where we are because they care, not because they don’t trust. Today, I’m all grown up, but I still send them all of my flight plans before I head to the airport. I still text them when I take off and when I land (and when I make it home from a late night drive back from the airport). They still call me along the way when I’m driving out of town. It’s probably a little silly. We don’t even live in the same state. But I love my parents. I feel safe knowing that someone wants to know, that someone cares. That’s something I’ll never miss, even when my parents don’t wait up.

The Closed Windows of Opportunity

2009-08-06T14:25:00.001-06:00

Years ago, while listening to general conference, I heard something that piqued my interest. I’ve spent hours searching for the quote to include the reference here. I can’t seem to find it. If anyone knows which talk it is from, please post the link in the comments.

The quote was simple, yet teaches a profound principle: God gives us windows of opportunity in our lives. Though open for varying amounts of time, they are open only briefly. If we wait too long or fail to notice these opportunities, they close forever and become opportunities missed.

As I pondered his words, I thought of the many opportunities I’ve missed because I was unprepared, unwilling, slow to act or just not paying attention. I realized that so many of my successes resulted from jumping when the opportunity was right. I set out on a journey to make conscious decisions about the opportunities that would come my way for the rest of my life.

I would no longer live passively, choosing opportunities by my level of interest and excitement, but instead that I would look for windows of opportunity that, regardless of difficulty, would be of greatest value in my life and the lives of those around me.

I don’t miss as many opportunities today as I have in the past. They still slip by sometimes, and often I choose to let them go. I will be forever grateful for these words that helped me realize that life is the sum total of the experiences I choose to have, not just those that come to me.

Tonight I share a couple of the more humorous windows of opportunity from my life, windows that are closed forever:

7th Grade Choir

I’ve always been a bit of an over achiever. The word advanced in front of a course name really got me excited (though later I would learn that doesn’t always mean more challenging). When I completed the registration process at Stapley Junior High in Mesa, AZ, the registrars had failed to place me in the advanced English course I had requested. A quick phone call and it was resolved, or so I thought.

As I arrived to 5th period I realized that the registrar had made another horrible mistake. She had placed me in the girls’ choir! After a quick trip to her office, I found out it was no mistake. The only way for me to take choir and advanced English was to participate in 5th period girls choir.

As a 12 year old, I didn’t quite know what to do. Mrs. Colburn offered to allow me to stay as the choir pianist and was certain that we could find a way for me to fit into the group (I think that was a gentle way of saying that my voice hadn’t dropped yet). I decided to continue studying the trumpet instead (maybe this was a good decision…brass players make great kissers). I had a great year in band and formed many lifelong acquaintances, but I missed what today I would consider the opportunity of a lifetime. 1 class. 1 year. 135 girls and me.

WINDOW CLOSED!

Kendra

One day in college I had gone to visit a good friend, and while I was at his apartment I met one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. It turned out she was visiting from Colorado so if I was going to make something happen. I mustered all the magic within me and somehow managed to be on a walk with this girl, holding hands only a couple hours later. At this point, I was still VL (virgin lips), so I didn’t have much of a game plan after that. I was satisfied.

As our discussion progressed, it became necessary for me to illustrate a specific point. I don’t remember what that point was, but I remember how I was trying to illustrate it. I asked Kendra what she would do if I were to kiss her right then, fully expecting her to give a typical BYU response for someone I had met only a few hours before (don’t you dare, I wouldn’t let you, etc.). Instead, Kendra said, “You can if you want to.”

Remember, we are talking about one of the most attractive I have ever seen. I was so distracted by the point I was trying to illustrate, that I missed the point of what she had just said. I responded, “Kendra, that’s not my point. Can we please focus?”

No, I didn’t end up getting the message in time. The relationship lasted long distance for about a week. What can I say?

WINDOW CLOSED!

I have more where these came from. It seems there is no shortage, but I figure I need to end now so you’ll stay interested long enough to read to the end. I’ll share more in the future. For now, remember to look at the windows of opportunity in your life, evaluate them, and take advantage of the ones that would be of greatest value to you.

In God We Trusted

2009-08-04T19:37:00.000-06:00

In God We Trusted

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator . . .” reads the Declaration of Independence. When the Founding Fathers created this fundamental document, they did not intend to eliminate God from government, but to keep religion from oppressing the nation. Today’s diverse society must question the use of trust in God as a founding principle.

Those who challenge religious actions within our government argue that prayer should not be allowed in schools because not all children are raised with a belief in God. Due to the wide variety of religions in our nation children pray in a variety of ways and to “different gods,” if at all. Prayer in schools may force children to worship a higher power, in which they do not believe.

These same groups also oppose any action or object that promotes trust in God. The Pledge of Allegiance, like prayer, forces children and teachers to honor the “God” of our nation. American currency represents our nation. By printing the words “In God we Trust” on our currency, we send a false message to the world that all Americans believe in God. For this same reason the Ten Commandments are being removed from public properties across the nation.

Although these arguments have value, they discriminate against the majority of Americans. In fact less than 1% of Americans claim to be “positively atheist.”[i] Our county must not allow the vocal few to change the religious, founding principals of this great nation.

Mr. T. Cushing, a representative from Massachusetts, proposed that the Inaugural Congress begin each meeting with prayer. John Rutledge and John Jay opposed the idea, but only because the members of Congress did not share the same religious beliefs. Samuel Adams countered, "I am no bigot. I can hear a prayer from a man of piety and virtue, who is at the same time a friend to his country;" From that day forward the Congress of the United States has begun each session with prayer.[ii]

George Washington, the first president of the United States proclaimed, “I now make it my earnest prayer that God would have you, and the State over which you preside, in his holy protection; . . . to love mercy, and to demean ourselves with that charity, humility, and pacific temper of mind, which were the characteristics of the Divine Author of our blessed religion, and without an humble imitation of whose example in these things, we can never hope to be a happy nation.” With this statement President Washington expressed the intention of our Founding Fathers to create a nation with a principal fabric of trust in God, where diverse religious beliefs could be shared, expressed and appreciated.

The foundation of trust in God, upon which our nation was built, today is challenged in our schools, in the courts, and in the view of the general public by faithless political organizations. This lack of acceptance and tolerance destroys our nation’s unity. Although many think that completely removing God from government eliminates intolerance, the opposite occurs.

As intolerance spreads throughout the nation, it is destroying the foundation that our nation was built upon, a trust in God. As tragedies affect all aspects of our nation and the world, we must realize that we have moved our nation from the sure foundation whereon it once was built; once, when in God we trusted.

[i] http://www.gc.cuny.edu/faculty/research_briefs/aris/key_findings.htm

[ii] George Bancroft, History of the United States, vol.4, chapter 4: "The First American Congress, September-October 1774," pp.64-65

Posting again....

2009-08-01T18:29:00.000-06:00

Alright....I'm back on board...I've been gone for almost a year, but get ready....the Ottozone is back! You'll see some amazing posts here! I guess I'll leave that for you to decide. I look forward to sharing with you and hearing your comments.

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We The People

2008-08-17T10:27:00.001-06:00

Every American needs to take a few moments to view the first video to the right. It is a five minute clip from Glen Beck's address to Freedom Festival 2008. We all need to understand, as he says, that the answer was given to us by the Founding Fathers, "We The People..."

Friendship, and Enduring Education in Life

2008-08-17T09:09:00.000-06:00

I've spent a long time on earth. At least a fourth, if not a third of my life . . . maybe more. I've experienced a lot of things, visited many places, met many people. I've had friendships that lasted for just a few hours while I sat on an airplane, and I have friendships that have lasted a lifetime.

Certainly, maintaining a friendship with everyone we ever meet is impractical. We simply don't have time to develop a deep reletionship with everyone we know. However, we must take the time to develop this relationship with some of the people we know. Those we hold closest and dearest will be pillars of strength in time of need. They will draw from our strength as they struggle. We will enrich each others' lives as we work together toward our respective goals.

In today's entry, I wish to honor some of my great friends and the things I have learned from them.

I have always known a great number of people. Many of whom were friends. one group in particular that I remember were the neighborhood kids with whom I played street hockey. Every night we would strap on our roller blades and pull out the saw horses. We'd pass the ball around and strive to score. We taught each other teamwork. We taught each other how to enjoy. Without knowning it we taught each other the benefits of physical exercise and the joys of belonging to a group. The faces in this group changed from time to time, but the group and what it did for me did not change.

In Junior High School, Scott Jaffa and I started the "Model Rocket Club." We were a bit more interested in science and education than our counterparts on the sports teams. We both served on the student council. I was (and remain) a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (a Mormon). We were the predominant religion in my community. About half of the students at my school attended seminary. Scott was Jewish. I had previously experienced friendships with those of a different faith, but I had never had a relationship that went so deep.

Scott and I spent many hours together each week out of school, and we worked together in school to get better grades and better the campus through the student council. Even when we weren't elected, we volunteered for other positions on the council. Scott was one of the smartest people I knew. Things came easily to him. When his grades weren't satisfactory, it was more likely that he had become bored or not done the homework than because he didn't understand.

From Scott I learned about loving through differences. I learned how to build a strong relationship with someone who has different views. I learned how to share my views and receive the views of others without offense, but in the interest of each other. Sharing these views proves vital to devloping the strongest of relationships.

I don't know that I can make a list long enough for the things I learned from my grandmother. There are many times in life where I considered her my best friend of all. She has always been one of my best friends, and always will be. Her contribution to my life can never be replaced. I have only cried myself to sleep a handful of times. Usually when I lose a friend to distance, a mission or death. This time was the worst . . . for several nights in a row. It was when I learned that she and my grandpa would be moving to Florida for three years to preside over the Florida Jacksonville Mission. While I was supportive of what they were doing, I knew it meant that my best friend, upon whom I had relied so much emotionally, would be on the other side of the country for three years.

In those days, we didn't have cell phones with free long distance, so calls would be limited. I don't recall that we had email at that time either. Calling was expensive, and was only an occasional treat. I grew emotionally from the separation, but to this day, it is not one of which I am fond. I enjoyed those summer visits to Florida. In fact, it was on one of these visits where my dad taught me the joys of "bumping" on airline flights (but that's a story for another day).

Grandma has always taught me to increase my spirituality. She has taught me to be safe physically. We share an interst in healthy eating and good cooking. I suppose it is easy to hold an interest in something you're good at. Grandma is an amazing cook. I don't recall ever being fed something she cooked that I didn't enjoy. Perhaps I glorify the memory of my grandmother's cooking, but I do believe she is one of the best. I've eaten at some very expensive restaurants while out for work, but with few exceptions, I would take grandma's cooking over them any day.

Grandma taught me how to care, and how to sing "Jesus Said Love Everyone." I'm not sure if that was her favorite song, but she would start singing it every time there would be discord among the grandchildren. I even remember her singing it to my father a time or two. Haha....he deserved it ;-)

Perhaps the greatest thing I have learned from her so far is her Christlike example. Rather than asking what would Jesus do, I could just as easily ask what would Grandma do. For me, she defines the word saint. I'm so glad she has been allowed to stay on the earth to teach and guide me. She has been an influence for good in my life.

My parents have been my friends throughout my life. Of course, as a teenager, you don't always think so. Sometimes you even think they are against you. After all, what's wrong with playing basketball until midnight after scouts? We're not out painting graffiti, right?

Like my grandmother, there are too many things for me to share in this small blog. Many are too personal. But I have learned from the examples and friendship of my parents. Here are just a few things they have taught me:

My mom taught me to love, how to get along with my siblings (hey, it needs teaching ;-) ) She taught me to be persistent (or maybe she was just some meanie that MADE me practice those instruments every day....ok...she taught me persistence). She has taught me honesty, and the value of service. She gas given selflessly for years. I'm sure there were many times she would have rather been out doing something for herself than staying home with those bratty kids.

I enjoy frequent conversations with her. She has listened to me whine through some of the greatest frustrations of my life. No matter what, she has always been there. Perhaps to be this type of ever giving friend, you need the love of a mother. Perhaps you don't. But whatever the reason, she has been one of my greatest friends.

My father has been a great example to me. He has taught me how to be a home teacher of the best variety. He has taught me how to get all the chairs stacked at the stake center in a matter of minutes (here's the secret - at the end of the meeting just start banging them together....people automatically start to stack chairs!). In my adult life he has given me a passion and love for physical excercise. Especially biking. He has been a significant contributor to my ever increasing love for music. It started with a guitar in our bedrooms at night as a young child. To this day I still cry when I hear some of those songs. My father isn't gone, but they cause me to remember him and how special he is to me. "Silver Wings" gets me every time. Today, my father is an inspiration, as he takes lessons to become a better rhythm, lead and steel guitar player. His dedication is fantastic. I talk to him almost daily, even if just for a few minutes. He is one of my greatest pillars of strength.

I could go on like this for quite some time, but I need to get ready for church soon, so I will close with one more friend, Joey:

Joey and I met in an unlikely setting. I believe it was speech and debate. I don't think it all that unusual that a person like myself ended up in speech and debate, but Joey was a swimmer. What was an athlete doing in speech and debate? It was just a stepping stone in his life as he discovered and eventually set out to follow his dream.

Joey and I have been friends now for 11 years and going strong. We've had our ups and downs, but Joey has stood by me. He has sound logic and has walked me through some of the most emotional decisions I have ever had to make. If either of us is ever described as level headed, it may be simply because when we're not, we call the other and bring each other back down off the jumping bridge!

Joey has given me one of the greatest gifts of all. One, he has shown me the power of a dream. He took a risk. He did something great. He is living out his dream. He hasn't made it big yet, but he gave up a life of secure income to follow his dream. He has had many small victories on the way, and I have no doubt that he will be a great actor, writer and director. His passion is not found in many who are today in the field His material shares deeply threaded messages that are so needed as the moral fiber of our society devays. He grasps acting and writing better than any I have ever met.

When I've been down, he pulls me back up. It is interesting that I've become someone better because he thinks of me as someone better. When I find myself in the deepest despair (okay, maybe that's a little melodramatic), he is there to keep me from stopping. He tells me to remember that I'm Otto Shill. I can do anything.

I suppose the neat thing about all of these and other friendships tyhat I have had during my life is that they have all contributed to who Otto Shill is. I can do anything I put my mind to. If I remember the examples of my friends, there is nothing that can stop me. I may never rise to be a great influence in the lives of millions as have the greats (Ben Frankline, George Washington and others), but I can have a quiet influence like my great friends have. They have literally made me who I am. Without them, I'd be pretty boring. Because of them, i am a pretty great person. I hope to influence other s in the way they have influenced me.

Its funny how typing about this for the last hour has caused me to reflect on so many others who deserve to be a part of this post. Perhaps, someday I'll take the time to come back and add more.

I guess the takeaway for me from the last hour of typing is this: Friends are one of the greatest gifts God has given us. Through our friendships we grow, share and learn. Through friendships, we can change the world, one person at a time. To all of my friends, who have stuck with me through the years and who I have met in passing, please know that your contribution mattered to this person. I am who I am because of you!

Girl's Night Out

2008-08-11T01:20:00.000-06:00

I was chatting with a friend the other day. He brought up a very good point. "Girls Night Out" is a time for girls to get together and bash on guys. "Guys Night Out" is a time for the guys to get together and go find girls to hang out with.

Gone Fishing

2008-07-03T09:56:00.001-06:00

(c) 2008 by Otto Shill

About a month ago, I went fishing with a group of our best clients from across the US. We had fly fishing guides that taught us everything we would need to know about catching fish. The cool thing is, I actually caught a few!

After I got home, I was talking with a friend. Before long, I was drawing a few parallels to dating. I thought I’d share them with you all….If nothing more, they are good for a laugh!

First, you have to wonder what idiot came up with the idea of fishing. For example, the Provo river is one of the best stocked rivers in the world. It has “great fishing.” People even fly in from across the world to fish here! There are estimated to be between three and four thousand fish per mile in the river. That means that in every two to three feet of river you should find a fish. The problem is that the river can be as much as 125 feet wide. So, there’s about 1 fish for every 300 to 450 square feet of river. I don’t know about you, but Battleship seemed easier!

Let’s complicate matters just a little. You need a hook that is about a quarter of the size of you pinky if you want to go fishing. You put it on the end of a string, and throw it out into an area that is about 450 square feet. But you had better be hoping! Why you ask? Because that hook, that is a quarter of the size of your pinky has to land within four to six inches of the mouth of the fish so it can see the hook. Now, few fish are dumb enough to simply bite the hook. So, before you throw in this hook that is a quarter of the size of your pinky, you have to pick a bait (either live or fly) and just HOPE that the one fish within the 450 square foot area you are throwing your line and hook into happens to be hungry for the specific kind of bait you are throwing within for to six inches of his mouth. But wait! That’s lake fishing!

Now we move to the river where the water is moving at 500-600 cubic feet per second. So we’re going to take the entire 450 square feet of water that one fish you threw a hook that is the quarter of the size of your pinky with just the right type of bait for the fish within four to six inches of his mouth into and we’re going to move it so the hook will be at a completely different place in less than a second. So the fish has less than a second to decide if it is going to bite on the hook that you magically threw within a half a square foot of where he is sitting in water that is moving at 500 cubic feet per second with just the right bait and at the moment he is thinking hmmm….I’m hungry.

Fishing seems to be the impossible sport!

Now the analogy. Fishing is like dating. It doesn’t really matter which gender is fishing…it is equally applicable. To hold to tradition, we’ll call the boy the fisherman and the girl the fish, but in reality, it goes both ways. So a boy is standing on the shore of a river we call life. The water is moving at 500 cubic feet per second. He takes his hook and puts the perfect bait on it (he doesn’t realize that his perfect bait isn’t so perfect after all, and in fact makes him look like a dork!). He throws it in and magically lands within the four to six inch margin of the best fish in the river. Too bad she wasn’t hungry for that dorky bait. He casts again and again. Sometimes coming within inches, most of the time not. He stays there all day, not thinking that fish bite best in the morning and at night (I still need to put some additional thought to that part of the analogy…what do morning and night time represent in dating? It certainly adds an appropriate level of complexity related to timing. Sometimes if you would do the same things at a different time in other people’s lives, you would get the desired reaction).

After a long day, he finally gets a bite – and for the sake of speeding up this analogy – the fish gets on the hook. He’s got a date! But 9 times out of 10, he leaves too much slack in the line and isn’t using a barbed hook, so even though he set the hook, the fish wriggles its way off the line. She’s gone. Usually before the second date.

Eventually, the boy gets the girl on the hook and pulls her in. They start dating. What a beautiful fish in the net. He wants to hold the fish and take pictures. As he does, she writhes away from his hands using all the slime on her scales to slide right out (little does she know, slowly killing her. The slime is important to the continued life of the fish :-) Now, for those of you who asked, the slime is akin to the bag of tricks the girl pulls out whenever she wants to get away from a boy). Other times, the fisherman looks down at the fish, takes his picture (if he thinks the fish merits the use of his film), and gently releases her back into the wild to be caught another day by another fisherman.

Eventually, the fisherman is hungry enough he decides to keep a fish, but by that time, it is too late. All the fish are done biting on his hook, or so it seems. He can’t seem to get another one and he wishes he would have taken the big on he had a chance to keep earlier in the day. Back home he trudges, hungry and dejected. Will he fish another day? Yeah. Will it be tomorrow? Maybe. It depends on his work schedule. And if he can reanimate himself to play the game one more time.

Wow! Fishing really is like dating. They both seems to be one of the dumbest ideas anyone ever had. What happened to the arranged marriage (buying the fish at your local Albertson’s)?

The irony of this analogy is that his wife will someday get mad at him for spending more time fishing than with her. :-)

Never Again

2008-05-11T10:26:00.000-06:00

Today, I am pleased to say I have achieved a milestone. I will never again have to pay the underage fee to drive. SCORE!

Now I can vacation more frequently and not feel like I'm being financially punished for my perfect driving record.

Thank you rental car companies for the 50% or more discount I now receive when renting.

:-)

Thank You Cory at Big-O Tires

2008-03-22T15:29:00.000-06:00

I want to thank Cory at Big O in Draper. I spent 10 hours researching my recent tire purchase. Cory had the information, and beat the price that everyone else gave me! He treated me right. If you are in the market, give him a call...and tell him I sent you!


Address:	1022 E. Draper Pkwy.
	Draper, UT 84020
Phone:	801-523-9300

Country Dancing

2008-02-22T00:49:00.000-07:00

So, I went country dancing tonight. It was quite a blast. Two of my favorite activities...dancing and country music.

It's been years since someone that I didn't know asked me to dance. Sure, it falls to the guys to do the work. I'm not trying to abdicate it. Tonight, a cute little girl named Paige, a nurse at Primary Children's asked me to dance. Of course, to my embarrassment, she asked on the cowboy cha cha....let's just say compared to my cha cha, Chernobyl was a basket of roses. I invited her to dance the next song so that she wasn't stuck with my horrible dancing as the only memory of me.

It was a small thing. Quite simple. I don't think she expected anything of me...and I didn't of her...but she put a smile on my face. We all need to keep our eye out for ways to make others smile. The costs of doing so are low. It cost that girl nothing to ask me to dance, and likely, nothing will ever come of it, but I learned something...

So Paige, this is for you. My night wasn't going badly. I was enjoying myself. In the midst of a great evening, you made it better. You brought a smile to the already happy man. I'm sure the children you work with are some of the luckiest in the hospital, though they may not think so at the time. They have the opportunity to learn, by example, what so many on this earth yearn to learn and teach: charity. Tonight, I felt and understood charity.

Control4

2008-02-21T06:50:00.000-07:00

I think this is where the future is headed. Check it out today. More to follow:

www.control4.com

And a third....homecoming

2008-02-20T22:44:00.000-07:00

As I race off to my pillow this evening, I thought of how grateful I am for my brother Caleb. He will be returning from Australia in less than two weeks. My parents are out there with him right now. He has served well for the past two years.

I'll be flying in to Phoenix Sky Harbor only minutes before he does.

I'm so excited to see him. He is truly one of my heroes. Society might not make the little brother the example, but I consider him to be mine.

A second post...music

2008-02-20T22:29:00.001-07:00

For the last hour, I've been playing the piano to the radio and my MP3's. I must say, its been a while since I really dedicated myself to music the way I like to. I remember as a young child that one week I practiced for 24 hours.

Wow. Time sure has passed by. I've learned a lot about balancing my life. I've learned that I can't put everything consistently in one direction. It isn't healthy. I think though, I might have swung the other way with the pendulum. I seem to have scores of hobbies and things to fill my time. I find that I'm pretty average at a lot of things, but don't excel at one in particular. I dedicate most of my time to my job or to sleeping. I guess I've got sleeping mastered. Even though I spend so much time with my job, there is much room for improvement. Why? I'm not an expert and the tasks vary by day and by time of day. Just when one task is learned, another presents itself. I give my best every day, but I'm still learning. My responses must be as dynamic as my situation. I'm not a master because the environment is dynamic. I'm getting better though, and I have some of the best mentors in the industry. I mention them by name because I think they are amazing: John Yoon, Eric Smith, Glen Mella and others.

Ok, this isn't about work. This was supposed to be about my extra-curricular activities. So back on task...

I think it is interesting how we are left to make choices in life. We have to place priority. We need to have variety to what we do, yet if we have too much variety the only thing we achieve well is mediocrity. I like sports, cycling, music, technology, scuba diving...tons of things...I can't even list them all nor their subsets.

With so many things that I love, I struggle deciding what to cut out. It's not like I waste time on things of little value (okay, so I watch TV occasionally).

I was reading a book recently on the biology of fat. As a part of the book, the authors recommended a specific plan to help a person loose inches off their waste and bring their bodies systems to the most healthy point of operation. They said, you need routine to be successful with eating well and that the majority of your food intake should be static. Only one or two meals (of six or so) should be dynamic on a daily basis. They also said those with the highest level of success had only one dynamic meal daily.

To equate this to hobbies....perhaps my mom was right. Schedule time for the things of greatest importance. Then, rotate in something new occasionally. I guess prioritizing works, in theory, even with hobbies. So, here goes nothing...can I do it?

The Beauty of Florida

2008-02-18T22:11:00.000-07:00

I've spent the last week in Florida for work. We were attending the IBS 2008 show at the Orange County Convention Center in Orlando.

I enjoyed the warm weather...I've decided, I'm really not a fan of the cold in Utah...no, I'm not moving, but I do miss the year-round warm weather.

We were lucky enough to stay at the Disney Polynesian Resort. It was so neat to take a step back to my childhood. I was stressed as I arrived, but the stress left almost immediately as I walked through the doors. The experience was just the magic I remembered.

Many people have criticized the Disney company for the direction they have taken with their films in recent years. In fact, Disney has become a very liberalized group. I disagree with many of the values which the leaders of the Disney company belive in. However, this weekend was a great chance to put our differences aside and return to a time when I didn't even know what the 'world of politics' was.

To preserve this great nation, we must be able to find commonality. We must be able to disagree in appropriate moments, but put our differences aside and interact at other times.

Take a moment and think about how you can make a difference. How can you come together with those you disagree with.

Christians share 95% of their beliefs. 5% of beliefs are the reasons that different Christian religions exist. We are all Americans. We must not allow the 5% to tear us apart.

In God We Trusted

2008-02-05T02:07:00.000-07:00

I've written an entire essay on this topic, but for now... let me simply post the closing statement.

It is simple, but powerful. Let each of us think about how this affects us:

The powers of evil have fought diligently since the inception of this nation to destroy the sure foundation upon which it is built, God. As calamity ravages our nation, we must realize that we have moved our nation from the sure foundation where it once was built. Once, when in God we trusted.

I've posted the entire essay as the post for August 4, 2009.

Boston Tea Party

2008-02-05T01:41:00.000-07:00

So...I was thinking the other day....several hundred years ago we, as Americans, gathered in Boston Harbor and threw tea into the water to begin standing up to the English dictatorship (monarchy) and HIGH TAXES.

Here we are...early in this century, and we have the same problem. The only difference is that this time we have a different dictator. We can't blame it on "the Queen." In fact, this time, the Frankenstein of the American government has become more than we ever intended. They are now the dictator of our financial, and increasingly our free lives.

Shall we have another party at Boston Harbor? I wonder what we could throw in this time? Oil?

The Family: A Proclamation to the World

2008-02-05T01:35:00.000-07:00

From time to time, I will repost this, to bring it to the forefront of your minds. I believe that the family is critical to the future of this nation. The only way to save this nation will be through the family, repentance and personal righteousness.

The First Presidency and Council of the Twelve Apostles of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

We, the First Presidency and the Council of the Twelve Apostles of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, solemnly proclaim that marriage between a man and a woman is ordained of God and that the family is central to the Creator's plan for the eternal destiny of His children.

All human beings—male and female—are created in the image of God. Each is a beloved spirit son or daughter of heavenly parents, and, as such, each has a divine nature and destiny. Gender is an essential characteristic of individual premortal, mortal, and eternal identity and purpose.

In the premortal realm, spirit sons and daughters knew and worshiped God as their Eternal Father and accepted His plan by which His children could obtain a physical body and gain earthly experience to progress toward perfection and ultimately realize his or her divine destiny as an heir of eternal life. The divine plan of happiness enables family relationships to be perpetuated beyond the grave. Sacred ordinances and covenants available in holy temples make it possible for individuals to return to the presence of God and for families to be united eternally.

The first commandment that God gave to Adam and Eve pertained to their potential for parenthood as husband and wife. We declare that God's commandment for His children to multiply and replenish the earth remains in force. We further declare that God has commanded that the sacred powers of procreation are to be employed only between man and woman, lawfully wedded as husband and wife.

We declare the means by which mortal life is created to be divinely appointed. We affirm the sanctity of life and of its importance in God's eternal plan.

Husband and wife have a solemn responsibility to love and care for each other and for their children. "Children are an heritage of the Lord" (Psalms 127:3). Parents have a sacred duty to rear their children in love and righteousness, to provide for their physical and spiritual needs, to teach them to love and serve one another, to observe the commandments of God and to be law-abiding citizens wherever they live. Husbands and wives—mothers and fathers—will be held accountable before God for the discharge of these obligations.

The family is ordained of God. Marriage between man and woman is essential to His eternal plan. Children are entitled to birth within the bonds of matrimony, and to be reared by a father and a mother who honor marital vows with complete fidelity. Happiness in family life is most likely to be achieved when founded upon the teachings of the Lord Jesus Christ. Successful marriages and families are established and maintained on principles of faith, prayer, repentance, forgiveness, respect, love, compassion, work, and wholesome recreational activities. By divine design, fathers are to preside over their families in love and righteousness and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families. Mothers are primarily responsible for the nurture of their children. In these sacred responsibilities, fathers and mothers are obligated to help one another as equal partners. Disability, death, or other circumstances may necessitate individual adaptation. Extended families should lend support when needed.

We warn that individuals who violate covenants of chastity, who abuse spouse or offspring, or who fail to fulfill family responsibilities will one day stand accountable before God. Further, we warn that the disintegration of the family will bring upon individuals, communities, and nations the calamities foretold by ancient and modern prophets.

We call upon responsible citizens and officers of government everywhere to promote those measures designed to maintain and strengthen the family as the fundamental unit of society.

This proclamation was read by President Gordon B. Hinckley as part of his message at the General Relief Society Meeting held September 23, 1995, in Salt Lake City, Utah.

http://www.lds.org/library/display/0,4945,161-1-11-1,00.html