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-title: Melody's Malady
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-
-By Han Ying
-
-This is another tale from the summer of 1973, when I took a course in
-desert survival from BYU (See Chocolate Waterfalls). The day when this
-incident took place was part of a phase of the course called 'Group
-Expedition'. The entire class of college students participated in this
-phase together. The day was typical for this time of the year in
-Southern Utah. There was not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was
-near 100 degrees. Our group had been hiking in these conditions all day
-long. We were exhausted and parched. The sun was beginning to set when
-our leaders found a place they thought would be a good spot for setting
-up camp to spend the night. We were all quite happy to unload our gear
-and rest our tired, aching feet. Then, to our great disappointment, the
-leaders informed us that we had to continue our march. They explained
-that the water at this place was so brackish and salty that it was not
-drinkable. The nearest good drinking water was still many miles away.
-However, we had no choice but to continue our hike until we reached it.
-Otherwise, we risked getting caught in the desert heat with no drinking
-water.
-
-Amid many moans and complaints, we hauled our tired bodies off the
-ground, loaded up our gear and trudged on. Up to this point, I thought I
-had born our hardships well. After all, this desert experience was not
-intended to be a nice little walk in the park. I expected to be
-challenged by the hardships of living in the desert. But now I was
-beginning to lose my will to bear it gracefully. My tired muscles ached
-in places I didn't know I even had. My throat was parched and dry. My
-feet were painfully sore. My discomfort was so great that my mood began
-to get dark and ugly. I began to wonder why I had been so foolish to
-take this course and pay good money to feel this kind of agony.
-
-While I was thus wallowing in my misery, something happened that changed
-everything. One of our leaders asked me and a friend of mine to help a
-girl named Melody. Apparently, Melody had a thyroid condition called
-hypoglycemia. She was so weak that she couldn't continue without some
-help. My friend and I took her gear and added it to our own backpacks.
-We then placed her arms around our necks, with one of us on each side of
-her. In this manner, my friend and I carried most of Melody's weight as
-we continued on down the trail. The sun fell below the horizon and
-darkness slowly engulfed us as we stumbled and struggled on our way.
-Initially, my inner rebellion was almost to the point of boiling over.
-How could they possibly be so uncaring and insensitive to my plight?
-Instead of relieving my personal suffering, our course instructors had
-had the nerve to add to my burden of misery by asking me to help someone
-else. I had no idea that a small miracle was about to happen.
-
-It only took a few moments for me to perceive that Melody's sufferings
-were far greater than mine. The pain and exhaustion were in her voice as
-she apologized for being such a bother to us. She tried valiantly to be
-cheerful and hummed softly to herself as we trudged on. As I witnessed
-her courage, my own heart began to soften. Instead of concentrating on
-my own troubles, I began to think of ways to help the time pass more
-pleasantly for her. I tried to give her encouragement with little
-complements about how well she was holding up. I tried to hum little
-harmonies to her faintly uttered tunes. My reluctant acceptance of this
-assignment turned out to be a great blessing to me. It made the time go
-much more quickly than it had before.
-
-It was well after midnight when we finally arrived at the good watering
-hole. I didn't mind that my place for sleeping was on the rocks of a dry
-creek bed. My former weariness and discomfort were no longer a part of
-my consciousness. The anger and bitterness had been replaced by the warm
-glow of satisfaction that comes from serving others. I pondered upon
-this small miracle as I drifted into a peaceful and gratitude filled
-state of slumber. Melody's malady had healed my troubled soul.