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February 10, 1998​                                                            Mathew J. Stucki                                               ​           ​                          Page 1

Looking back over my life, the Hand of God very visibly helped our family through struggling times directed our future needs. I remember one was when we left to pickup Randy and Gregg after their missions. Both Randy and Gregg served their missions during the same period of time. Conveniently, they were scheduled to return from their missions the same day. I recall preparing to go to pick them up from the airport and bring them home.

The problem was that the car only had a half a tank of gas, and we were out of money. I don’t remember the circumstances of why we did not have the money, just that we were. We all got loaded in the car to leave, had a prayer, and started on our journey. I’m sure I wasn’t feeling the pressure of the situation like mom and dad must have been, but I remember being concerned.

At that time, our mail was delivered to post office box in Moab, so when we reached the turnoff at the river bridge, we turned toward Moab to check the mail before continuing up to Salt Lake City.

When we stopped at the post office and collected the mail, it contained a letter from a group of people in Moab who had organized a fund raiser dinner in behalf of our family due to the medical hardships we had experienced as a result of my accident. The envelope contained a check for $200, which of course provided more than enough gas money to get Randy and Gregg from Salt Lake City.
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