Irkutsk

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Dear Paul, Melanie, Rob, and Roice,

cc: file, Diane Cluff, Darrell and Nancy Krueger, Sara and Des Penny, Grandma Hafen via Tony Hafen, and Lloyd and Luana Warner.

Welcome to "Thoughtlets." This is a weekly review of an idea, belief, thought, or words that will hopefully be of some benefit to you, my children, with an electronic copy to on-line extended family members. Any of you can ask me not to clutter your mail box at any time.

"Irkutsk is approximately 790 miles to the west-south-west of Tolmsk. It is absolutely amazing what a small world we live in. There were several people at church who came up and asked if Paul was OK with the terrible plane crash which happened in Siberia. Was it his apartment complex? Then when I called Grandma Hafen tonight she asked the same question. I didn't even know it had happened. Paul is safe, relative to this plane crash. Irkutsk is next to Lake Bajkal, the deepest landlocked lake in the world if I am not mistaken. Paul, I hope you have a chance to visit there before comeing home. As far as the airplane crash goes, Paul is safe.

In fact I received two letters from Paul this week. Highlights include:

`It is all over. It's cold. No, real cold. Yesterday was I think -24 (degrees) C. Brrr. Pretty Chilli. ... Is it cold in Houston? Ha, doubt it. Happy Birthday Dad and Roice. I can't remember if I told Rob that, so happy belated Birthday. ... Could Mom or Dad send me some more maple syrup flavoring, baking powder, and maybe a few small suprises. ... I love helping people change their lives and find peace. To see someone go from angry anti-mormon to getting an answer that the Book of Mormon is true and seeing them at church every Sunday with a glow about them. I could gladly stay here forever and dig a small hole among these people and call it a grove. I am at home. I havn't forgotten you all though. I love you very much. ...'

Then:

`Well Thanksgiving is tommorow (sic), winter has settled in pretty well, and I am doing swell. All last week was really cold. No you don't understand, really, really cold. Average day Temp was -28 (degrees) C. Nights were -40 (degrees) C. I have never felt pain like I felt last week. The buses wern't running because it was late so we walked in -32 (degree) C weather or so with a wind. It was so painful. It doesn't matter what you wear you are cold. Your eyes water and it freezes all around them. I'll send you a picture of how we dress. It is pretty funny. We are O.K. though. ... Tomorrow you will be eating a lot of food. We are going to have potatoes, cabbage, and carrots. If we are lucky we will find some corn. (No you spoiled americans not on the cob, in the can from Korea). That's our Thanksgiving meal. Maybe we will get some Snapjacks (cookies from England). That's about it. ... I just heard last night that I got three packages from Aunt Sarah (sic) and Uncle Des but I havn't picked them up yet. That was nice of them. ... The gospel is true. It changes lives. Mine and others. The Book of Mormon is the word of God and one of my favorite books. ...'

And Roice is in Singapore (his address and phone number is at the bottom of this e-mail). I will be in Utah for Christmas. So we will have our family members at four different corners of the globe. It is exciting as time passes and I see you kids scatter to the four-corners of the world. It is especially exciting and fullfilling to know you are making worthwhile contributions. I remember Ray Gardner telling me once: `Roice it is nice to want to make a difference. Over time your six kids will make much more of a difference than you ever will.' I believed it when he said it, and I believe it now as I write this.

Often, after a week like this past week, I have sat back and wondered why I make the efforts I make. Am I just trying to convince my Mom I am a worthwhile person? Am I just trying to help her convince her Dad (my Grandpa Hafen, whom regretably none of you had the opportunity to meet) she is a worthwhile person? Is my self worth completly tied up in super human achievements? Am I just working so hard to cover the emotional pain which has enveloped my life the last several years? Is the work just a way to distract myself from life and from feeling like a failure? What kind of a negative impact is my example having on my kids and unborn grandchildren? Is there a better way to live? How does one find and share joy? What can I do better?

To provide a context:

I don't have answers to all of the above questions. However, just the fact I am willing to ask them tells me I am still alive and participating in life. Will I change my direction and actities? Probably not. I do enjoy the path I am on. I see the opportunity to continue to make a difference in the work I do. It is truly fulfilling to see the impact Landmark Graphics has made. Landmark, and competitors who have copied and expanded on Landmark technology, have changed the way every oil and gas company in the world looks for oil and gas. Because of the widespread use of hydrocarbons in our society (fuel, fertilizer, synthetics, cloth, binders, dishes, etc.), this truly impacts almost everyone on the planet. True this is not always positive, as shown by emissions and the greenhouse effect. Free agency does have a natural consequence. However, I choose to be excited about the positive.

Even though I find myself in my own little emotional Liberty Jail, I know that the time will come when I will be set free. I look forward to the day. I believe the potential impact on society of the things I am working on will be much larger impact than Landmark has had. The ability to make mistakes in a virtual environment, with almost no cost, and then to not make mistakes in the real world because of the virtual simulation has significant economic, technical, social, and business implications. Pursuing these dreams is my way to follow Joseph Smith's example as he thought about things in Liberty Jail and wrote the 121, 122, and 123 Sections of the Doctrine and Covenants.

As Roice has told me over dinner a couple of times, I hope each of you other kids realize our efforts are often selfish. I want to see the world a better place for each of you, for your children, your grandchildren, your great- grandchildren, etc. I hope the time will come you see and recognize my efforts and that they will become meaningful to each of you. Guess this is why I write these Thoughtlets. So that when you are old enough to really think about motivation, you can review these notes, and recognize patterns of truth in the fabric of my words. In the meantime, we will work on the problems in front of us and worry about exotic diseases in Singapore and airplane crashes in Siberia. The bottom line is Paul's apartment complex is a long way from Lake Baikal and from the airplane crash in Irkutsk."

I'm interested in sharing weekly a "thoughtlet" (little statements of big thoughts which mean a lot to me) with you because I know how important the written word can be. I am concerned about how easy it is to drift and forget our roots and our potential among all of distractions of daily life. If you ever want to download any of these thoughtlets, they are posted at http://www.walden3d.com/hrnmen or you can e-mail me at rnelson@walden3d.com.

With all my love,
Dad
(H. Roice Nelson, Jr.)

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Copyright © 1997 H. Roice Nelson, Jr.