A Light in the Distance

Last January, seven-year-old Sailor Gutzler and her family were flying from Florida to Illinois in a private airplane.
Sailor's father was at the controls.
Just after nightfall, the aircraft developed mechanical problems and crashed in the pitch-dark hills of Kentucky, upside down in very rough terrain.
Everyone but Sailor died in the accident.
Her wrist was broken in the crash.
She suffered cuts and scrapes and had lost her shoes.
The temperature was 38 degrees Fahrenheit (or 3 degrees Celsius)--it was a cold, rainy Kentucky winter's night--and Sailor was wearing only shorts, a T-shirt, and one sock.

She cried out for her mother and father, but no one answered.
Summoning every ounce of courage, she set off barefoot across the countryside in search of help, wading through creeks, crossing ditches, and braving blackberry briars.
From the top of one small hill, Sailor spotted a light in the distance, about a mile away.
Stumbling through the darkness and brush toward that light, she eventually arrived at the home of a kind man she had never met before who sprang to her care.
Sailor was safe.
She would soon be taken to a hospital and helped on her way to recovery.

Sailor survived because she saw a light in the distance and fought her way to it--notwithstanding the wild countryside, the depth of the tragedy she faced, and the injuries she had sustained.
It is hard to imagine how Sailor managed to do what she did that night.
But what we do know is that she recognized in the light of that distant house a chance for rescue.
There was hope.
She took courage in the fact that no matter how bad things were, her rescue would be found in that light.

-L. Whitney Clayton -Choose to Believe -April 2015 General Conference

Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi