“I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in
a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair
expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want
to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking
kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter
on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want
to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to
weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses
on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord
to know I was really here and that I really lived.”
-Marjorie Pay Hinckley
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