Sister Stone finished a batch of indexing and was ready to hit the submit button, when she clearly heard the voice of a young girl say, “I am not a son.”
Watch Sister Stone’s testimony about family history work in the following video:
Read the rest of the story in the article “I Am Not a Son” from the April 2015 Ensign.
Amazing story! I had a similar experience the very first time I tried indexing. I was doing census records, which had 25 or 50 lines per record. I didn’t quite know how to line up things yet on my computer, so when I got to the bottom, I felt like I’d missed something. I scrolled up one screen on the census record and IMMEDIATELY a name jumped off the page. It was one I didn’t recognize as having indexed. It was as if there were no other words on my screen but this one, although it was actually surrounded by many names, dates, and other data. As I compared it to my record I had transcribed, I found that this name, this child of a couple in 1930, was mistakenly omitted by me initially. That was the name that had jumped out of my screen. It was a fantastic moment to experience, and definitely made me realize the veil is very thin.