From Brent Metcalf's "Mormon Stories" podcast

http://hwcdn.libsyn.com/p/8/2/f/82f6ea82e6cc2a4e/493__Brent_Metcalfe_Part_1.mp3?c_id=7529214&expiration=1408601439&hwt=f202de94bfc6d1c7ae2b4f01716505d2

from about 32:38 to 33:33

Brent Metcalf recalling things from his days working for Church
Security:

"I know that there were church security guards that definitely
had their faith tested as a result of, you know, working so
closely with some of the general authorities. I mean, I
remember when, you know, president Kimball was in his declining
years, and he was living in the Hotel Utah at the time. And
there was constant church-security presence, and some of them,
quite honestly, as he kind of receded into dementia, and,
would, you know, kind of spout off profanities at nurses, and
so on, who would come in to aid him, some of them had to be
pulled off the detail because it was just too traumatizing for
them to see this."

Sh!t my prophet says! Boner.

My best friend is in the later stages of MS, and it is affecting her mind. I call her every week, sometimes twice a week, just to let her know he is always in my thoughts.

Sometimes she says things that are kind of off-the-wall. Her son has told me that she says stuff like this to him, too, and so do the nurses. Apparently the x-rays or scans show that plaque or whatever the nasty stuff is, is creeping over her brain, affecting her cognitive ability.

I try to deal with it very gently, maybe re-directing the conversation back into familiar memories of silly stuff we did as kids. Her long-term memory is much more intact, and her mental "footing" is much more sure with those old, happy memories.

Sure, it hurts, knowing that she isn't really herself any more. But I try to hang onto as much of her self as is still there.

I have an elderly friend who said that shortly before her husband passed away, he broke out of the terrible fog of dementia that he had been lost in, looked directly at her, smiled, and said, "I love you, honey." And moments later, he was gone. So despite the dementia, he was still "in there." And he managed to surface long enough to say those precious words.

We need to cut ailing people some slack. Even prophets.

catnip Wrote:
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> We need to cut ailing people some slack. Even
> prophets.

Not just ailing people, but "people."

I wonder why those particular words? Had they been rattling around his brain for 70 years, after which he couldn't keep them hidden any longer?