What you do may not matter at all, but then again..

You never know when someone may catch a dream from you.
You never know when a simple word or something you may do..
may open up a window to a soul to see the light.
What you do may not matter at all..
...but then again it might..

A perfect day to take our laps around the temple, it felt like we were home in Utah. The weather was warm. Sun filtering through high clouds and a soft cooling breeze. While walking out the front entrance of the apartment building, I noticed a man standing by the front door next to a lady in a wheelchair. She was missing a leg (perhaps to diabetes). A friendly man, Marco Cisneros, in his late forties with his mother-in-law. They had arrived earlier from Quito, an eight hour journey. He began to tell me about himself. He was there with his family, his wife, children, grandchildren, mother-in-law and perhaps others. As a young man he had played and coached futbol (soccer) in Quito and still played occasionally but only once in a while, he chuckled apologetically as if admitting that he is getting older. He introduced me to family members close by and then told me that he worked for the Social Security Agency and that he was from the stake of Chillogallo in Quito. That rang a bell with me because Elder Perez was from the same stake and had also worked for the Social Security. "Would it be possible that you might know Cesar Perez?" I asked him. "Of course, do you know him"? I explained that we were companions in the temple work and especially in the baptistry. He was ecstatic. The Perez were called and they arranged to meet...
Cesar Perez is a big man, physically and spiritually. He greets people with an enthusiastic handshake, smile, and greeting, unmatched by most people here in the country of extraordinary friendliness. His wife, Luzita (Luz Maria), is small, friendly, and happy. Their devotion to each other is very noticeable. He calls her his "viejita",(my old lady,with affection) and she calls him "mi viejito". Cesar worked for thirty years as a chauffeur for the director of the Social Security. He has driven over every mile of highway in this country and has made friends with people from the high Andes to the costal jungles of Ecuador.
He was a branch president when the first stake was organized in Quito. He then became one of the first bishops not only in Quito but in the whole country. One of the highlights of church service was a visit to Salt Lake City for church training. Overwhelmed by what he saw and experienced there, he gained a broader perspective of this work and it's destiny.
They are parents of four sons, one of whom was inactive. This son lived in Columbia, to the north, with his wife and family. One day to the great surprise of his parents this young man came to the temple with his family and presented his new recommend to his father who happened to be working at the reception desk at the time. It was a joyous moment to say the least. Elder Perez says that if he had had a bad heart, he would have died on the spot of a heart attack.
Much has been said and written of not giving up. This prodigal son had returned. The influence and example of loving parents were part of a miracle that day.