We were raised and I still practice the Mormon Faith . My parents taught us to keep the Sabbath Day holy. On Sundays, after three hours of church services, we would have a family dinner, and then would relax at home to get ready for the week. We didn’t participate in recreational, sports or entertainment activities. We avoided even the spending on money on the Sabbath. We didn’t want to cause others to work that day either. My father, in particular, was very strict about this.
When I was 19 years old I signed up to run a marathon in San Francisco on a Sunday. The course was all through Golden Gate Park.
I knew my dad wasn’t pleased when I left early from our suburban home in the East Bay to run that Sunday morning.
Much to my surprise, at about mile seven I saw a man in a suit and tie calling my name and cheering for me. He had left church to watch me run the marathon.
My father had administrative positions in our church and for him to leave them behind and to drive all the way into the city to cheer me on was a big sacrifice for him.
I’m so glad he went.