I watched a video
on YouTube that moved me deeply. Reading subtitles and listening to
the music in the background, a pure and beautiful seven minutes
It told the story of a
young woman and her little girl, named June. Apparently many people
were speaking behind the woman’s back about her being a mother
of a child “since age 18, from a sugar daddy.”
A friend who knew the
truth of the rest of the story asked Jane, the mother, why she didn’t
tell them the truth. She replied, “I would rather them talk
about me than talk about June.”
The rest of the story:
Jane found a little baby tossed at the side of the road, left to die.
She picked her up from the reeds and bushes, tears falling as she
looked at this new little one, and fell in love. At this point,
the director chose to focus on this new mother. The tears she shed
spoke volumes of feelings.
The video then cut back
to present day. At one point, Jane asked a man if he taught art
lessons. Out of kindness of heart, he said yes, and began to teach
the little girl.
The story was an
emotional one, a sweet one. At the end of the video, this woman
picked up her child, holding her to her breast as she had done when
she first laid eyes on her. Little June said, “I love you,
It sounds pretty
simple. And it is. Love won. Love ruled. Love covered them with
goodness and grace and all the Better Things, despite the harshness
of others’ opinions or foolish notions. Without knowing
the Rest of the Story.
I thought, how often do
I make a poor judgment based only on what my eyes see? How often do I
accept words from another, words of their own judgment or point of
view? Words that may color my own regard? Not nearly as
much as when I was younger, but — to be honest — it still
happens. How foolish!
Having been the
recipient of ugly innuendo and partial understanding on more times
than I would wish, I know better than to do this. Not only
because I know how it feels to be on receiving end of the gossip, but
— more importantly — because it just isn’t right.
It isn’t proper. It wrongs both me and the one I may not see
with fully Son-lit eyes.
What a beautiful
reminder the video was for me this chilly winter morning! It warmed
me in many ways, as it centered me once again in the things that
matter most. I feel more warm and fuzzy toward all mankind.
Silly? No… We
humans should appreciate any of the good things that jog our memory,
that serve as a reminder, that give us an extra dose of goodness —
for our own sake as well as the sake of our brothers and sisters,
walking the mortal path. And goodness matters!
Vickey Pahnke Taylor is a wife, mom, grandmother, teacher, author, and songwriter. Her
undergraduate study at BYU was musical theater. She has a Masters degree in interpersonal
A Billboard award-winning songwriter with hundreds of songs to her credit, she uses music as a
teaching tool. But her favorite way to use music has been to sing to her children. You should
hear the family's rousing versions of "Happy Birthday"!
In addition to three solo albums in the LDS market, she co-wrote "Women at the Well" with
Kenneth Cope and "My Beloved Christ: with Randy Kartchner. She is co-writer of the theme
song for Utah's Make-A-Wish foundation, the song for the Special Olympics program, and
EFY's theme song.
She writes for several online magazines and columns, and has authored several books. Her
website, www.goodnessmatters.com, is her way of continuing to grow goodness in the world,
pointing people gently toward Christ and eternal principles of truth.
She has spoken for the Church's various Youth and Family programs for 25 years. She and her
husband Dean have eight children and four grandchildren. She adores being a wife, mom and
grandmother. She loves flowers, brownies, cooking Italian and Southern foods, the ocean, and
laughing every chance she gets.
Vickey was baptized a member of the Church as a teenager in Virginia. She serves as gospel
doctrine teacher in her ward, and Dean serves on their stake high council.