As a junior in high school, I went to Hawaii with my family. My parents always tried to find a sacrament service we could attend if we were on vacation over a Sunday, and this particular trip we found one where President Monson was presiding over a conference. We had no idea, and just lucked out to stumble on it when we walked into the chapel. We took our seats toward the back--the building was very full--and settled in. I am ashamed to say, that I cannot remember a single word that was spoken during that meeting. Not one. I don't remember the songs we sang, what we did after the meeting, or anything else specifially in regards to that day. Except the girl sitting four rows and one seat over in front of me. She had long blonde hair, tanned skin, a tiny frame, and a beautiful dress. She looked about my age, maybe slightly younger, and based on her body language, I assumed she was shy. As my eyes continued to scan the room, I noticed anoth...