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A birthday gift I love to give to myself is to go to the mormon temple by myself and just pray and ponder the things in my life. I remember one birthday in particular, my brother was set to go to Iraq the next day. I cried and cried, hoping that he wouldn’t have to go. As we had a prayer, we prayed for the soldiers and I cried even harder. Then I saw a friend later in the Celestial Room and had to break the news to her. Gratefully, he didn’t leave the next day after all, but he did go later. Whenever I went to a mormon temple during his service there, I prayed for him.