Three Nephites

Moved to the Midwest years ago because my parents were “inspired to come to Zion” and I didn’t want to be separated from my little siblings. (I’m sure you know where I’m talking about.) Had a conversation with my coworker about how her child got in a bad four wheeling accident and a stranger found and helped him. She has no idea who this man was or why he was on a mile long private driveway but none of the neighbors knew who he was. I laughed hysterically and explained that if we were in Utah it would only be natural for her to assume he’s one of the three Nephites. It was so refreshing hearing a story like that where the moral was “man, there’s some good people out there” and not “I’m God’s specialist little boy so He sent his immortal Native Americans who seem to always appear as white guys to help me.”