One evening we worked an event at the tabernacle that my
son, working security for the church, had also been assigned to. He met us after the event and as we stood
talking I noticed a gentleman come in from the back of the rostrum and walk
over to turn on the organ. I recognized
him as Bill Hesterman whom I had served a mission with. I went over to the organ to talk to him and
found out that he was there practicing for an upcoming stake conference. As he started to warm-up, I asked if I could
try playing something. He moved aside
and allowed me to play a few notes. He
then went back to practicing and I went back to visiting with my wife and son.
Paul Bredthauer
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