A Note to the Good Guys

By Kjerstin Wittwer

Dear Good Guy,

I know you’re out there. I’ve seen you helping your little sister with her homework, carrying your mom’s groceries in from the car, hanging out with your brother—even if he is a pain sometimes—and holding the door for me.

I’m impressed by the fact that you read and know your scriptures, and you seem to enjoy them.

I think it’s pretty cool that you’re an Eagle Scout. I have brothers, and I know how much work that is. It’s awesome that you’re willing to put that much effort into something.

I have resisted, on several occasions, the urge to clap out loud when I see you singing in church—too few guys do, and honestly, I find it really attractive that you’re willing to sing hymns like you would any other music.

I’m reassured knowing that you’re blessing and passing the sacrament worthily. I can’t do that for myself; it’s comforting to know that you’re worthy to use the priesthood you hold. It’s a big deal, and I’m glad you respect that.

I like it when you show up to Mutual, Sunday School, and seminary. Not only am I glad that you don’t take the Church of Jesus Christ for granted, but I’m glad that I get to see you.

I don’t say it enough, but listen to me now. I like who you are and the things you stand up for. I like your strength and convictions. If you ever get discouraged and think being a good guy is more trouble than it’s worth, remember that I’m keeping an eye on you. I’m striving to be good so you’ll respect me.

I respect you and will stay strong in return. Don’t ever stop being a good guy. You’re the best.

Faithfully yours,

An admirer