My high school early morning seminary teacher was a Book of Mormon student of Brother Benson's at BYU, and he took meticulous notes, which he passed on to us. I too, took meticulous notes, and listened to all of the stories passed on to me via my seminary teacher. James Slaughter. When I graduated from high school, I ended up at BYU too, and so naturally I wanted to be taught by this Reed Benson person myself. And so it began. I walked into class to find a man with a gentle smile, and a huge countenance standing before us. I sat in the front. He handed us a sheet with 150 scriptures from the first half of The Book of Mormon. I smiled. They were mostly already marked in my scriptures. As the days progressed, Brother Benson would say things like, "My father taught us this saying in Family Home Evening..." and my hand would shoot up. And I would reply with his father's quote, such as "The devil's pills always kill, but some people like them because they are sugar coated." This went on for about 2 weeks. After which after one of my answers, Brother Benson stopped the whole lecture and came over to me, looked me dead in the eye and said, "Who ARE you?!?!" To which I replied, "A South Carolina seminary student who was taught by one of your former students." He was taken aback and scratched his head for a moment like he did when he was perplexed. He said, "Did your seminary teacher REALLY write down everything I said?" To which all I could reply with was, "Apparently." He stared at me a moment more then said, "No more answers from you. Stay afterwards. We'll talk." He was genuinely touched that his former student had passed all of this down. But he said, "Clearly my class will not be challenging enough for you. And you must be challenged. Tell me, do you belong to any groups on campus." I told him that I played trumpet in the BYU marching band. He clapped his hands together and said, "Oh how wonderful! I love the trumpet! Do you know the song "The Holy City?"" And he proceeded to begin singing it. I smiled and nodded yes. My father is a high tenor and that is one of his a capella pieces. "BRILLIANT! Now I know how to challenge you! Go write the music for "The Holy City" for trumpet, then come perform it for the class." "Uh. Ummmm. Ummm. Ummm. But sir, I am not a composer and I have stage fright when it comes to solos!" "His grin turned quite mischievous and he said "Good." And we parted ways. ... ... ... He gave me two weeks to complete the task, during which time I could not answer questions in class except as a last resort. I composed the piece; in it's original key, which was quite high for my freshman trumpeting skills. And then performed it as promised. He clapped and shouted, "Again!" Three times through broke my mouth. LOL! But he wanted to sing all of the verses as I played. And one simply does not tell Brother Benson, "No." ... fast forward... I homeschooled my kids off and on again as necessary, just like Brother Benson taught me. ... my mother held the early morning seminary teacher calling when my oldest was a senior, and my 2nd a freshman. She fell ill. Daddy took over the class, but mama got worse. So, I took over the class for the last 3 or 4 months. Sure enough, it was Book of Mormon year. I never had to prep a single lesson. As long as I had my marked Book of Mormon with me, I had quotes thoughts, and a plethora of stories to teach my students. Eventually, my mama died. But my oldest graduated under the name of my mother as her assigned teacher. ... One man CAN make a difference. I can never repay what Brother Benson did for me in my life. The best that I can do, is to pass the knowledge on. ... And yes, I took the 2nd semester of The Book of Mormon from Brother Benson as well. When he looked up and saw me in his class again, he smiled. But pointed at me and said, "No answering questions!" The entire class was perplexed. He just waved it off and said, "She and I have an understanding. Now, let's begin..." ... I will love him for the rest of my life and into the next. And am forever grateful he taught so well.