Happy Friday the 13th! It is funny how people stay away from unlucky number 13. For me, the number 13 is not unlucky. I was baptized on Friday the 13th. It is the absolutely best thing that ever happened to me, and that I have done. I am much happier today than I ever was before, due to being baptized, and making eternal covenants with the Lord to obey His commandments, thereby receiving His blessings, which I have received, and continue to receive, since that quiet day, in March of 1987.
According to memory, there were only a few people there at my baptism. Others said that they wish they would have known that I was being baptized, for they would have been there too.
Those dates in history, which have been an unpleasant meaning to most people, have been pleasantly memorable for me. There are a couple of more examples: I was born 40 years to the date after my Great Grandfather, Joseph Beauregard, passed away. He died on October 31st, 1920, and I was born on October 31st, 1960. Some people don’t like October 31st, because Halloween is a pretty spooky, scary, day. It’s always been a pretty fun day for me! Everyone gets candy, and we all have a lot of fun.
I was also married on September 11th, 1998. Three years later, the United States of America was attacked by terrorists. That was a sad day in history, and will always be a memorable day in history for me too. This is what I wrote in my journal for that day:
“This was our 3rd Anniversary. Also on this day, the United States was attacked by terrorists. The terrorists, led by Osama Bin Ladin, flew two airplanes into the World Trade Center, in New York, one airplane into the Pentagon, in Washington, D. C., and another plane crashed in rural Pennsylvania. All of the planes hit their targets, or ended their flights before we left the house for school, and for work. We spent all day listening to reports about what was happening. I was glued to the Internet, catching news broadcasts.
It was horrible, and frightening. I saw pictures of people, and a couple holding hands, jumping from the World Trade Center to their deaths. I saw pictures of the wreckage. It was absolutely terrible. What an ugly scene.
Misty and I met that evening for dinner. I confessed that I had forgotten to get a card for her, because of all that had happened during the day. She confessed that she had just gotten me a card on the way to meeting me for dinner. (I did get her some roses the next day).
This is a day that I will remember for a long time; and so will the rest of America.”
I remember when I got Misty the flower the next day, I was in the super market. Some elderly ladies complimented me on the beautiful roses I was buying. I explained that my anniversary had been the previous day. They looked me kind of shocked. To this day, I think that they were either looking at me that way because I was buying my wife roses the day after my anniversary, or because my anniversary is on September 11th.
For me, September 11th is a wonderful day. It is a day in which I was married for time and all eternity to the woman of my dreams, my eternal partner, Misty Marie Thackeray. I love her so very much. She has made me so very happy. She is so sweet, and kind, and thoughtful, and devoted, and loyal, and loving, and faithful, and the list goes on . . . She took me, a bachelor for almost 38 years, and my life has improved dramatically.
Those are just two dates in history, that I can remember, which are the most influential in my life: my birth (October 31st), my baptism (Friday the 13th), and my marriage (September 11th). If they were not such important dates in my life, then they would have been sad and scary for me too; and I can remember one more date: November 5th, 2000. On that date, my Grandpa, Maurice Reisman, passed away. This is what I wrote in my journal for that date (This was a letter to my friend):
“Just wanted to let you know that Grandpa died last night, at about 6:30 pm. He was alone at Mark and Ruth’s. He was too ill to go to my birthday party at my parents’ home, and Mark and Ruth had put him to bed. From what we can tell, at about 6:30 pm, he had used the commode in the bedroom, dressed himself, and felt weak, lowering himself to the floor, and eventually passing out. At that same time, at my parents’, Erica did not want to eat. We think she knew something, since she is closer to the Spirit than any of us. Mark and Ruth found his lifeless body on the floor after coming home from my birthday party at my parents’ house. His body showed no signs of trauma, and that he went quickly. He was 92-1/2 years old.
He wanted to be cremated. Probably on Thursday during the day, we will take his ashes out to sea on a sailboat. If you want to, and are able to, come, you are invited.”
Even though this was a sad day, it also was a very spiritually influential day for me. It happened on the day that I celebrated my 40th birthday. In the scriptures, the number 40 is a very important number, and it is for me too. (Remember, I was also born exactly 40 years after my Great Grandfather passed away!) This is tells me that there is a plan in all that we do, and things do not occur just by chance. It is called God’s Plan. He is the architect, and, as they say, there is a reason for everything. Everything has its purpose, and it is up to us find the purpose for which things are happening.
It is kind of like:
“and as Jesus passed by, he saw a man which was blind from his birth.
And his disciples asked him, saying, Master, who did sin, this man, or his parents, that he was born blind?
Jesus answered, Neither hath this man sinned, nor his parents: but that the works of God should be made manifest in him.
I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.” (John 9:1-4)
And so for me, these dates show me that I too must work; because Heavenly Father is working every day, and so should I; just like Alma, whose rebellious son was struck dumb, in Mosiah 27. He continued in faith, and prayed for his son, who became a very faithful man.
This is what I previously wrote after reading Mosiah 27: Priestcraft