Praying for Yourself

My dear brethren of the priesthood, though we are from many nations, we are, as Paul said, of "one Lord, one faith, one baptism."
But the strength of the faith within each of us is developed individually, not as a group.

For example, think of the faith of a boy, about eight years of age, who was facing an emergency operation for acute appendicitis.
As he lay on the operating table, he looked up at the surgeon and said, "Doctor, before you begin to operate, will you pray for me?"

The surgeon looked at the boy in amazement and said, "Why, I can't pray for you."

Then the little fellow said, "If you won't pray for me, please wait while I pray for myself."
There on the operating table, the boy got on his knees, folded his hands, and began to pray.
He said: "Heavenly Father, I am only a little orphan boy.
I am awful sick, and these doctors are going to operate.
Will you please help them that they will do it right?
Heavenly Father, if you will make me well, I will be a good boy.
Thank you for making me well."
He then lay on his back, looked up at the tear-filled eyes of the doctors and nurses, and said, "Now I am ready."

His physical recovery was complete, and his spiritual power was developing.

-Russell M. Nelson -Personal Priesthood Responsibilities -October 2003 General Conference

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

-Sarnic Dirchi

Obedience Training

Let me tell you how one of our sons learned obedience.
When he was about deacon-age, we went to his grandfather's ranch in Wyoming.
He wanted to start breaking a horse he had been given.
It had been running wild in the hills.

It took nearly all day to get the herd to the corral and to tie his horse up with a heavy halter and a rope.

I told him that his horse must stay tied there until it settled down; he could talk to it, carefully touch it, but he must not, under an circumstance, untie it.

We finally went in for our supper.
He quickly ate and rushed back out to see his horse.
Presently I heard him cry out.
I knew what had happened.
He had untied his horse.
He was going to train it to lead.
As the horse pulled away from him he instinctively did something I had told him never, never to do.
He looped the rope around his wrist to get a better grip.

As I ran from the house, I saw the horse go by.
Our boy could not release the rope; he was being pulled with great leaping steps.
And then he went down!
If the horse had turned to the right, he would have been dragged out the gate and into the hills and would certainly have lost his life.
It turned to the left, and for a moment was hung up in a fence corner--just long enough for me to loop the rope around a post and free my son.

Then came a father-to-son chat!
"Son, if you are ever going to control that horse, you will have to use something besides your muscles.
The horse is bigger than you are, it is stronger than you are, and it always will be.
Someday you may ride your horse if you train it to be obedient, a lesson that you must learn yourself first."
He had learned a very valuable lesson.

Two summers later we went again to the ranch to look for his horse.
It had been running all winter with the wild herd.
We found them in a meadow down by the river.
I watched from a hillside as he and his sister moved carefully to the edge of the meadow.
The horses moved nervously away.
Then he whistled.
His horse hesitated, then left the herd and trotted up to them.

He had learned that there is great power in things that are not seen, such unseen things as obedience.

-Boyd K. Packer -The Aaronic Priesthood -October 1981 General Conference

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

-Sarnic Dirchi

Praying to Act

During the Korean War, Ensign Frank Blair served on a troop transport ship stationed in Japan.
The ship wasn't large enough to have a formal chaplain, so the captain asked Brother Blair to be the ship's informal chaplain, having observed that the young man was a person of faith and principle, highly respected by the whole crew.

Ensign Blair wrote: "Our ship was caught in a huge typhoon.
The waves were about 45 feet high.
I was on watch ... during which time one of our three engines stopped working and a crack in the centerline of the ship was reported.
We had two remaining engines, one of which was only functioning at half power.
We were in serious trouble."

Ensign Blair finished his watch and was getting into bed when the captain knocked on his door.
He asked, "Would you please pray for this ship?"
Of course, Ensign Blair agreed to do so.

At that point, Ensign Blair could have simply prayed, "Heavenly Father, please bless our ship and keep us safe," and then gone to bed.
Instead, he prayed to know if there was something he could do to help ensure the safety of the ship.
In response to Brother Blair's prayer, the Holy Ghost prompted him to go to the bridge, speak with the captain, and learn more.
He found that the captain was trying to determine how fast to run the ship's remaining engines.
Ensign Blair returned to his cabin to pray again.

He prayed, "What can I do to help address the problem with the engines?"

In response, the Holy Ghost whispered that he needed to walk around the ship and observe to gather more information.
He again returned to the captain and asked for permission to walk around the deck.
Then, with a lifeline tied around his waist, he went out into the storm.

Standing in the stern, he observed the giant propellers as they came out of the water when the ship crested a wave.
Only one was working fully, and it was spinning very fast.
After these observations, Ensign Blair once again prayed.
The clear answer he received was that the remaining good engine was under too much strain and needed to be slowed down.
So he returned to the captain and made that recommendation.
The captain was surprised, telling him that the ship's engineer had just suggested the opposite--that they increase the speed of the good engine in order to outrun the storm.
Nevertheless, the captain chose to follow Ensign Blair's suggestion and slowed the engine down.
By dawn the ship was safely in calm waters.

Only two hours later, the good engine stopped working altogether.
With half power in the remaining engine, the ship was able to limp into port.

The captain said to Ensign Blair, "If we had not slowed that engine when we did, we would have lost it in the middle of the storm."

Without that engine, there would have been no way to steer.
The ship would have overturned and been sunk.
The captain thanked the young LDS officer and said he believed that following Ensign Blair's spiritual impressions had saved the ship and its crew.

-Larry Y. Wilson -Take the Holy Spirit as Your Guide -April 2018 General Conference

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

-Sarnic Dirchi

A Giving Heart

In 1999 a young man named Todd collapsed from a ruptured blood vessel in his brain.
Although Todd and his family were members of the Church, their activity had been sporadic, and none had experienced the blessings of the temple.
On the last night of Todd's life, his mother, Betty, sat at his bedside stroking his hand and said, "Todd, if you really do have to go, I promise I'll see to it that your temple work gets done."
The next morning, Todd was declared brain dead.
Surgeons transplanted Todd's heart into my patient, a remarkable individual named Rod.

A few months after the transplant, Rod learned the identity of his heart donor's family and began to correspond with them.
About two years later, Todd's mother, Betty, invited Rod to be present when she went to the temple for the first time.
Rod and Betty first met in person in the celestial room of the St. George Utah Temple.

Sometime thereafter, Todd's father--Betty's husband--died.
A couple of years later, Betty invited Rod to vicariously represent her deceased son in receiving his temple ordinances.
Rod gratefully did so and the proxy work culminated in a sealing room in the St. George Utah Temple.
Betty was sealed to her deceased husband, kneeling across the altar from her grandson who served as proxy.
Then, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she beckoned for Rod to join them at the altar.
Rod knelt beside them, acting as proxy for her son, Todd, whose heart was still beating inside Rod's chest.
Rod's heart donor, Todd, was then sealed to his parents for all eternity.
Todd's mother had kept the promise she made to her dying son years before.

But the story does not end there.
Fifteen years after his heart transplant, Rod became engaged to be married and asked me to perform the sealing in the Provo Utah Temple.
On the wedding day, I met with Rod and his marvelous bride, Kim, in a room adjacent to the sealing room, where their families and closest friends were waiting.
After briefly visiting with Rod and Kim, I asked if they had any questions.

Rod said,  Yes. My donor family is here and would love to meet you."

I was caught off guard and asked, "You mean they're here? Right now?"

Rod replied, "Yes."

I stepped around the corner and called the family out of the sealing room.
Betty, her daughter, and her son-in-law joined us.
Rod greeted Betty with a hug, thanked her for coming, and then introduced me to her.
Rod said, "Betty, this is Elder Renlund. He was the doctor who took care of your son's heart for so many hears."
She crossed the room and embraced me.
And for the next several minutes, there were hugs and tears of joy all around.

After we regained our composure, we moved into the sealing room, where Rod and Kim were sealed for time and all eternity.
Rod, Kim, Betty, and I can testify that heaven was very close, that there were others with us that day who had previously passed through the veil of mortality.

-Dale G. Renlund -Family History and Temple Work: Sealing and Healing -April 2018 General Conference

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

-Sarnic Dirchi

A Slight Delay

Recently a California family, driving through St. George, Utah, on vacation, was attracted by the unusual architecture of the St. George Temple.
They walked around the building, admiring its beauty.

Having a little time to spare, the parents entered the information center; their two young children crossed the street to sit under the shade of a tree near our meetinghouse.

A teacher, calling the children in to Primary and seeing the two young visitors, said, "Come on in to Primary."
They went in.

The parents, now finished at the information center, started looking for the children.
After searching for nearly an hour, they saw them come out of the chapel.

The father said, "We've been looking all over for you. Where have you been?"

They replied, "We've been to Primary."

"Primary! What's Primary?"

"Primary is where you learn about Jesus; and, besides, Daddy, you shouldn't be smoking!"
Their father just about swallowed his cigar.

He remarked, "Let's get on our way. We're behind schedule."

The children said, "We can't go."

"Can't go! Why not?"

"We are in a play."

"A play?" he asked.

"Yes," they replied, "and the play isn't until next week, and we have to stay all week for rehearsals."

The family stated in St. George for a week!

The children rehearsed; the parents were taught the gospel; and the whole family was baptized.

-David B. Haight -The Responsibility of Young Aaronic Priesthood Bearers -April 1981 General Conference

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

-Sarnic Dirchi

Better Prepared

Football came to our country town later than most. 
The school board had neither the money for equipment nor a coach. 
Then the great day arrived.
Our high school principal was able to buy twelve inexpensive football outfits, except the expensive cleated football shoes (we used our basketball shoes), and our coach was recruited from the faculty because he had witnessed a game.

We learned a few simple plays, how to tackle--or so we thought--and set off for our first game with Twin Falls, the previous year's Idaho state champions. 

We dressed and went out on the field to warm up.
Their school band started to play (they had more students in the band than we had in our entire high school), and then through the gates came their team.
The twelve of us--a full team of eleven plus one all-round substitute--watched in amazement as they kept coming through the gates--all thirty-nine of them in full uniform. 

The game was most interesting!
To say it was a learning experience is rather mild.
After two plays we didn't have any desire to have the ball--so we would kick it, and soon they would score. 
When they got the ball, they would run a baffling play and score.
Our problem was to get rid of the ball--it was less punishing. 

In the final minutes of the game they became a little reckless. 
A wild pass fell into the arms of Clifford Lee, who was playing halfback with me. 
He was startled, not knowing for sure what to do--until he saw the "Dallas Cowboys" thundering after him. 
Then he knew what to do.
He was fast.
He wasn't running for points, but for his life!
Clifford made a touchdown; six points went up on the board. 
The final score--106 to 6! 
We really didn't deserve the six points, but with our torn shirts and socks and our bruises, we took them anyway.

A learning experience?
Of course!
An individual or a team must be prepared.
In all things success depends upon previous preparation. 

-David B. Haight -The Responsibility of Young Aaronic Priesthood Bearers -April 1981 General Conference

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

-Sarnic Dirchi

A Dry Spell

The Portland Oregon East Stake has been developing a dairy farm over the past half dozen years or more.

It is located on an island in the Columbia River and is one of the largest single-stake projects in the Church.

This fact, coupled with the need to develop the project almost from scratch, has placed a heavy burden upon our people, both in time and in money.

With a new project, we had run in the red each year, but 1977 was to be our turnabout year.

The final result depended upon harvesting about seventy-five acres of corn, which was to be made into silage for feed.

Unseasonably, it had rained almost every day during the month of September, and by the first day of October, our scheduled harvest date, I knew the crop was in trouble.

We have a very high water table on the island, and when the ground gets saturated with too much water we get so much mud our harvest equipment cannot get into the fields without sinking.

Once the land is saturated, it takes about a month of dry weather to make the fields passable to vehicles.

During the winter months and right up until June, the corn ground is entirely under water.

I visit the farm about once a week, so I keep a pair of rubber boots in my car.

I drove to the farm that October day and decided to pull on my boots and walk down into the corn fields.

I immediately found even the road turned to mud and puddles.

In places the mud came near the top of my eighteen-inch-high boots, and I don't really know why I continued walking.

It was a dark grey, overcast day, and drops of rain were splashing in the open puddles everywhere.

The farm crew told me they had taken a corn chopper down into the fields a few days earlier but had it down to the axles in mud somewhere in the long corn rows.

As I walked I noticed that the corn itself was a fine crop, with row after row ten to fourteen feet high.

Now, I rarely get depressed, but I was feeling really low that day.

I knew how hard everyone had worked and what it meant to lose that fine crop.

I eventually came to the spot where the chopper had gone in, and looking way down the rows I saw it sunk deep into the mud.

For some reason I decided to walk to the chopper, and as I entered the rows and splashed on through the mud and water, I was startled to hear a voice.

I am sure that the voice came to me only in my mind, but I could hear the admonition of President Kimball.

He said softly, "Is anything too hard for the Lord?"

Now, like you, I have heard him say that many times, but I did not fully focus upon it before this time.

I smiled to myself as I walked and said, "yes, President, I believe this mess may be too hard even for the Lord."

As I neared the chopper, I was impressed to climb up on it and upon doing so found my head was about two feet above seventy-five acres of that tall, splendid corn.

As I looked about in discouragement, the voice seemed to come to me again, but this time in a more serious tone, "President, is there anything too hard for the Lord?"

At once I felt ashamed of my attitude of depression, and soon I was no longer looking down but up into the sky.

Before I realized it, I was talking, yes, pleading aloud with the Lord in faith.

When I had finished, I had committed that crop and the harvesting of it into the hands of the Lord and had done so by the power of the priesthood of God.

I recall that as I climbed down from the chopper, tears were still streaming from my eyes.

I grew concerned as I slowly walked away considering what it was that I had just done.

Yet I knew that I had done it in total faith, that there was a proper need, and that it was a righteous request of the Lord.

Because of the spiritual nature of my experience, I think I had decided not to tell anyone of it.

But the very next Sunday I was sitting on the stand during one of our ward sacrament meetings.

I was not scheduled to speak, but the bishop got up with about ten minutes remaining and said, "I feel President DeHaan has had a spiritual experience that he needs to share with us."

I got up reluctantly, knowing what it was I had to relate.

I did so and asked the congregation to join me with their faith.

Now, we have Saints with great testimonies in our stake, and my experience spread rapidly throughout the wards.

I learned several weeks later that members were even telling their nonmember friends to go ahead and plan picnics and outdoor activities, because even in Oregon it was not going to rain throughout October.

On the day following my experience in the corn fields, the sun came out for the first time in nearly thirty days.

Then the next day we had sun, and the day following that.

Before long the temperature was back into the high seventies.

Every day for the next three weeks the weather forecast called for rain, but each day no rain fell.

I recall that about two weeks later I flew to Seattle, about two hundred miles to the north, on business.

It rained very hard there all day, and as I made the return trip to Portland it rained all the way until we reached the Columbia River, which surrounds our farm.

Miraculously, the clouds parted and the rain ceased.

That day I cut a little weather map from the newspaper showing the rain ending at the river and put it on our refrigerator as a reminder to keep my faith.

Three weeks after my original experience in the fields, I drove to the farm once again.

I put on my boots and went back into the corn.

This time the ground was soft but firming.

that was on a Friday, and our fine farm crew was already making plans to begin the harvest on the following Monday.

That same day an acquaintance of mine from a local television station called.

He said, "I understand the Mormons are developing a fine dairy farm on Sauvies Island."

I answered in the affirmative, and he inquired, "Is there a story there?"

I told him there was, but I knew he could never capture the real story.

That very Monday, as we began our harvest, we had a camera crew on the farm for several hours, and we did get some fine publicity for the Church.

With the loyal assistance of many of the members, we worked day and night for the next five days.

By the following Saturday, all of the freshly chopped corn was safely in our silage pits, and we finished covering it over with plastic.

At last we had the feed needed to get us through the winter.

Within an hour after having covered the crop, the heavens just seemed to open and commenced one of the heaviest and longest downpours I can remember.

The fields from which the corn had just been removed were flooded and remained under water from that day until the following June.

as I stood in the rain with feelings of gratitude that I'll never be able to adequately describe, it seemed to me that the Lord had just saved it up until our spiritual understanding had been fulfilled.

-Douglas W. DeHaan -"Is Any Thing Too Hard for the Lord?" -October 1980 General Conference

Until you next see these words;

I'll be watching the leaves.

Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

A Strong Belief

Thirty-eight years ago this month, Dean and I, then newlyweds, traveled to New Mexico to visit my parents.
While there, my father took us on a day trip into the mountains in the northern part of the state.
In the afternoon, we encountered a car stranded on the roadside with a flat tire.
The driver told my father that his spare was also flat and he needed a ride to the nearest town to get the tire fixed.
My father, seeing the man's family inside the car, said to him, "You'll never be able to get to town and back before dark. But listen, you have the same size wheel as mine. Take my spare, and the next time  you come to Albuquerque, bring it back to me."

The stranger, shocked by the offer, said, "But you don't even know me."

Daddy's response, typical for him, was, "You're an honest man, aren't you? You'll bring the tire back."

A few weeks later I asked my dad about the spare tire.
He told me that it had been returned.

-Kathleen H. Hughes -What Greater Goodness Can We Know: Christlike Friends -April 2005 General Conference

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

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Boys on the Bikes

You may have previously encountered, or even ignored, our missionaries. 
My hope is that you will no fear them but learn from them.
They can be a heaven-sent resource to you.

That happened to Jerry, a Protestant gentleman in his mid-60s who lives in Mesa, Arizona. 
Jerry's father was a Baptist minister; his mother, a Methodist minister.
One day Jerry's close friend Pricilla shared with him the pain she felt from the death of her child during childbirth and a bitter divorce that occurred shortly thereafter. 
Struggling as a single mother, Pricilla has four children--three daughters and a son. 
As she opened her heart to Jerry, she confessed that she was thinking of taking her own life.
With all the strength and love Jerry could muster, he tried to help her understand that her life had value.
He invited her to attend his church, but Pricilla explained that she had given up on God. 

Jerry did not know what to do. Later, while watering trees in his yard, this man of faith prayed to God for guidance.
As he prayed, he heard a voice in his mind saying, "Stop the boys on the bikes." 
Jerry, a little bewildered, wondered what this meant.
As he reflected on this impression, he gazed up the street and saw two young men in white shirts and ties riding bicycles toward his home. 
Stunned by this "coincidence," he watched them ride by. 
Then, realizing that the situation required him to act, he shouted out, "Hey, you, please stop! I need to talk to you!" 

With a puzzled but excited look, the young men stopped. 
As they approached, Jerry noticed that they wore name tags identifying them as missionaries in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Jerry looked at them and said, "This may sound a little weird, but I was praying and was told to 'stop the boys on the bikes.' I looked up the street, and here you are. Can you help me?" 
The missionaries smile, and one said, "Yes, I am sure we can." 

Jerry explained the worrisome plight of Pricilla.
Soon the missionaries were meeting with Pricilla, her children, and Jerry. 
They discussed the purpose of life and God's eternal plan for them. 
Jerry, Pricilla, and her children grew in faith through sincere prayer, their study of the Book of Mormon, and the loving fellowship with members of the Church. 
Jerry's already strong faith in Jesus Christ grew even stronger. 
Pricilla's doubts and thoughts of suicide turned to hope and happiness. 
They were baptized and became members of Christ's restored Church. 

-Russell M. Nelson -Ask the Missionaries! They Can Help You! -October 2012 General Conference

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

-Sarnic Dirchi

Overcoming Attitude

While serving as a mission president it was my great privilege and responsibility to interview every missionary as he began his mission.
That was always a great experience, but it sometimes gave me insights into the backgrounds of my missionaries that shocked me.
One elder told me of his growing up in a small farming community as the son of the town drunkard.
When, as a newly called missionary, he boarded the bus to come to Salt Lake City to enter the mission home, his father was there to bid him farewell.
He must have been drunk, for his last words to his son were, "Son, you will never amount to a hill of beans."

As I talked with my missionary, I could sense that he had heard that phrase over and over again throughout his young life: "You will never amount to a hill of beans."
And that choice young man, called by the Lord to be his representative, believed it.
I resolved to prove that father wrong by seeing that the missionary had a successful mission.
I assigned him to a great first companion and watched his progress with keen interest and daily prayers.
And progress he did.

As my release date approached, I made a final tour of the mission to say good-bye to my beloved fellow workers.
B this time the young man was a zone leader, a very important calling in the mission field.
He conducted that zone conference like a veteran bishop.
I saw the deep bond of love that had developed between him and his missionaries.
I thought of the scores of converts who had joined the Church through his devoted service and the power of his testimony.
At an appropriate moment in the conference I stood beside him with my arm around him and said, with a lump in my throat, "You wouldn't believe this, but someone once said of this young man that he would never amount to a hill of beans."
He turned and looked me in the eye and responded, "We sure showed him, didn't we, President?"

-Robert L. Backman -To the Young Men of the Church -October 1980 General Conference

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

-Sarnic Dirchi

Coming Back

In my last conference message, I related my devastating experience many years ago when, as a heart surgeon, I was not able to save the lives of two little sisters. 

With permission of their father, I would like to say more about that family. 

Congenital heart disease afflicted three children born to Ruth and Jimmy Hatfield. 

Their first son, Jimmy Jr., died without a definitive diagnosis. 

I entered the picture when the parents sought help for their two daughters, Laural Ann and her younger sister, Gay Lynn. 

I was heartbroken when both girls died following their operations. 

Understandably, Ruth and Jimmy were spiritually shattered. 

Over time, I learned that they harbored lingering resentment toward me and the Church.

For almost six decades, I have been haunted by this situation and have grieved for the Hatfields.

I tried several times to establish contact with them, without success. 

Then one night last May, I was awakened by those two little girls from the other side of the veil. 

Though I did not see or hear them with my physical senses, I felt their presence.

Spiritually, I heard their pleadings.

Their message was brief and clear: "Brother Nelson, we are not sealed to anyone! Can you help us?" 

Soon thereafter, I learned that their mother had passed away, but their father and younger brother were still alive.

Emboldened by the pleadings of Laural Ann and Gay Lynn, I tried again to contact their father, who I learned was living with his son Shawn.

This time they were willing to meet with me.

In June, I literally knelt in front of Jimmy, now 88 years old, and had a heart-to-heart talk with him.

I spoke of his daughters' pleadings and told him I would be honored to perform sealing ordinances for his family. 

I also explained that it would take time and much effort on his and Shawn's part to be ready and worthy to enter the temple, as neither of them had ever been endowed.

The Spirit of the Lord was palpable throughout that meeting.

And when Jimmy and Shawn each accepted my offer, I was overjoyed!

They worked diligently with their stake president, bishop, home teachers, and ward mission leader, as well as with young missionaries and a senior missionary couple. 

And then, not long ago, in the Payson Utah Temple, I had the profound privilege of sealing Ruth to Jimmy and their four children to them. 

Wendy and I wept as we participated in that sublime experience. 

Many hearts were healed that day! 

-Russell M. Nelson -The Price of Priesthood Power -April 2016 General Conference

Until you next see these words;

I'll be watching the leaves.

Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

Congrats Olympic Medalists!

Norway:                     13 Gold   12 Silver   10 Bronze     35 Total
Canada:                      10 Gold     8 Silver     9 Bronze     27 Total
Germany:                   13 Gold     7 Silver     5 Bronze     25 Total

United States:              8 Gold     7 Silver     6 Bronze     21 Total

Netherlands:                7 Gold     6 Silver     4 Bronze     17 Total
France:                        5 Gold     4 Silver     6 Bronze     15 Total

O.A. from Russia:       1 Gold     5 Silver     8 Bronze     14 Total 
Austria:                       5 Gold     2 Silver     6 Bronze     13 Total

Switzerland:                3 Gold     6 Silver     3 Bronze     12 Total

Republic of Korea:     4 Gold     4 Silver      3 Bronze     11 Total

Japan:                          3 Gold     5 Silver     3 Bronze     11 Total

Sweden:                      5 Gold     5 Silver                         10 Total

Italy:                            3 Gold     2 Silver     5 Bronze     10 Total

China:                          1 Gold    6 Silver     2 Bronze       9 Total
Czech Republic:          1 Gold    2 Silver     3 Bronze       6 Total
Great Britain:              1 Gold                      3 Bronze       4 Total

Finland:                                                        4 Bronze       4 Total

Belarus:                       2 Gold    1 Silver                           3 Total
Slovakia:                     1 Gold     2 Silver                          3 Total
Australia:                                    2 Silver     1 Bronze       3 Total
Poland:                        1 Gold                      1 Bronze       2 Total

New Zealand:                                               2 Bronze       2 Total
Spain:                                                           2 Bronze       2 Total
Ukraine:                      1 Gold                                            1 Total
Slovenia:                                    1 Silver                           1 Total
Kazakhstan:                                                  1 Bronze       1 Total

Latvia:                                                          1 Bronze       1 Total
Liechtenstein:                                               1 Bronze       1 Total