She died at ninety-one, honored, respected, and loved as one who had lightened the suffering of uncounted thousands. And beyond all of that, she has spent her summers in Bolivia blessing the impoverished people of that nation.My thoughts turn to Sister Rebecca Olsen, who served a mission faithfully and honorably. Shall anyone say that her contribution is less than that of some of her married friends?With a staff of thirty-eight nurses, she traveled to the war zone.
She identified and marked the graves of more than twelve thousand of those buried in the national cemetery at Andersonville, Georgia.
She was the moving power in organizing what became the American Red Cross and served as its first president from 1881 until 1904, a period of twenty-three years.
In February of 1855, shortly after her arrival, the mortality rate in the hospitals was 42 percent. She and her associates worked miracles in saving the lives of thousands of the wounded and suffering. Instead, she slipped away on a French boat, quietly crossed over to London, and reached her country home before news leaked that she was back in Britain.
She became the founder of the nursing system of England.
Somehow we have put a badge on a very important group in the Church. You are individuals, men and women, sons and daughters of God, not a mass of “look-alikes” or “do-alikes.” Because you do not happen to be married does not make you essentially different from others. While we are all very much alike, we are also different from one another. I know of no one in this world who is entirely without these, be he or she single or married.