It turns out that a close friend of his, a second father to him, had been killed that day, and he didn't have anyone to talk to because it was the only day my sister has missed talking to him because she was sick and sleeping. He actually couldn't tell me at that point, so I could only say general words of encouragement. But, I hope it helped him in some way. I really hope it did.
All I could think of was what if I had said I had a hard day too. There he is, away from his wife for a year in a dangerous place where people get killed.
I'm glad that I forgot my problems. And I'm grateful they are the only problems I have. I could hear President Hinckley's father's words echo, "Forget yourself and go to work." This is one of the most striking example in my life of forgetting oneself. I'm glad for once in my life, I finally listened.