Dirty Feet

I have a huge testimony of Priesthood Blessings. It was the summer of 1984 and I was just a few months shy of turning 4. We lived in a red brick house about 2 miles South of Ririe, ID. I remember having a barbeque one night and we roasted hotdogs and marshmallows. The next day I remember wanting to get my feet dirty so I was playing around near the fire pit in some fluffy dirt. I saw the ashes and they looked just as fluffy so in I went. The next thing I remember is sitting on our front steps with my feet in a large bowl of ice water waiting for my mom and dad to get home from the hospital from a surgery mom had. I remember them pulling into the driveway. Next I remember lying down on a hospital bed in the emergency room. I remember looking at my toes and not being able to see them because the blisters were so big. I had 2nd and 3rd degree burns on both feet. I remember that when I started to heal I had to wear slippers on my feet because it hurt to wear shoes. I was given a priesthood blessing from my dad and I know that it’s because of that that I don’t have a single scar. There are no signs that I was ever burned that bad. D&C 1:38 "...whether by mine own voice or by the voice of my servants, it is the same."