"When I was first called to be a visiting teacher, I was assigned a young woman who never came to church . . . I faithfully went every month and knocked on her door. She would open the inside door but leave the screen door shut . . . She would not say anything. She would just stand there. I would look cheerful and say, 'Hi, I'm Cathie, your visiting teacher.' And as she would say nothing, I would say, 'Well, our lesson today is on. . .' and try briefly to say something uplifting and friendly. When I was through, she would say 'Thank you,' and shut the door.
"I did not like going there . . . But I went because I wanted to be obedient. After about seven or eight months of this I got a phone call from the bishop. 'Cathie,' he said, 'the young woman you visit teach just had a baby who lived only a few days. She and her husband are going to have a graveside service, and she asked me to see if you would come and be there with her. She said you are her only friend.' I went to the cemetery. The young woman, her husband, the bishop, and I were at the graveside. That was all.
"I had seen her only once a month for a few minutes at a time. I hadn't even been able to tell through the screen door that she was expecting a baby, yet even my inept but hopeful visiting had blessed us both."
-- Daughters in My Kingdom, page 114
