Recently I was walking towards sacrament meeting when an arm appeared out of nowhere; it was heading straight towards my arm. I tried to dodge it, not knowing who’s arm it was I was a little freaked out, but the arm was much too strong for my “school arms.” The arm did in fact belong to someone I knew, thankfully…it was the second counselor in my bishopric. He said he needed to “talk” with me. I was crushed. My current calling is so much fun. I am the young men’s coach, which is a blast; but I knew that if the Lord wanted me to serve in a different position, it would be the right thing. I had no clue what my calling would be, because there was a large shift going on in the ward, as many people were getting and released simultaneously.
When my meeting time came around, I was ready to hear what my future held. To my disbelief, I was called to be the Valiant 8 teacher. I had heard a couple of stories about these particular boys: loud, crazy, rambunctious, disrespectful, short attention span…I could go on. The poor teacher who was “supervising” had such a hard time with the boys. They walked all over him. (I got to shadow the class the week before I got to teach them.)
I decided that I would try to put some of my law school learning to use. I let the boys have couple of minutes of “play time,” to get out some wiggles, and then we had a long discussion about what rules the class would have, and what punishments would come if the rules were broken. The boys thought this was quite interesting, but things got a lot more interesting when I told them that I was going to write a contract for them, have them sign it, and then get the contract notarized. I also let the boys know that we would be holding court hearings, convicting the little felons when they crossed the line. (The boys were so excited that they yelled, after primary, “Dad! My teacher is going to sue me!) Two of the boys signed the contract today.