Dylan was 5.  As a pretty shy kid, he had never actually participated in the ward Primary Sacrament Meeting Program.  Last year he sat on the stand, but didn’t sing or read his part.  This year was going to be different.  He had prepared his line and was ready to go.  Dad stayed home from church that day with a flu-like stomach bug, but Mom and baby were there when he walked up to the microphone and said his part.  It was a proud moment.

Moments later, Mom noticed he didn’t "look right".  He was coughing, but something was off…. Right then she realized he wasn’t coughing, he was, well, gagging.  The stomach bug hadn’t stopped with Dad.

Handing the baby to the neighbors, she ran up to the front and pulled him off the stand as they rushed to the bathroom.  They hadn’t made it out of the Chapel when Dylan yelled out "I need a bowl!!!".

Pushing through the Relief Society women blocking the hall (as usual) she burst into the bathroom and found an open stall just in the nick of time.

He’s my son, and I am so proud of him for participating in the program.  I am so thankful for the small blessing of allowing him to make it out of the chapel before he started throwing up.  If it had happened on the stand,I don’t think he would have ever participated again!