Icing On The Cake

We had an exciting evening with the missionaries in our ward Elder Wilson and Elder France. First, they came for dinner that Sarah made, then we went with them to a teaching appointment. It was with a less-active woman and her non-member daughter. They were so welcoming to us into their home and we had a very spiritual discussion. It was awesome.

Then...

As Sarah and I were discussing our evening, we were walking down the hall of our building towards our apartment. In one of our neighbors door was their keys, still in the lock. So Sarah, being the good Samaritan that she is, softly knocked on the door. We could hear some voices inside but then a guy came close to the door and asked, "Who the f*** is at my door?" Sarah stops and looks at me and timidly lets out, "Uh...your keys...are in...your door..." The guy opens the door, and I recognized him from the building, he's a young guy and he grabs his keys, but then sees who were are. He instantly apologizes to us, repeating that he would never talk to his neighbors like that, but we laughed and he started to laugh a little but he was so embarrassed. We laughed pretty hard as we got inside. That was a great little cap to our great evening.

So the philosophical lesson is this: ask yourself, who is knocking on your door, because whoever it is might have good news to where your keys are.

Yes...keys...