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“We lose our life by serving and lifting others. By so doing we experience the only true and lasting happiness. Service is not something we endure on this earth so we can earn the right to live in the celestial kingdom. Service is the very fiber of which an exalted life in the celestial kingdom is made. Oh, for the glorious day when these things all come naturally because of the purity of our hearts... We are truly happy only when we are engaged in unselfish service. Service is what godhood is all about.”

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Marion G. Romney
Marion G. Romney

Marion G. Romney was a significant figure in the field of [Occupation/Category]. Born in September 1897 and passed away in May 1988, he made substantial contributions during his lifetime. His experiences and achievements have had a profound impact on the [field] and are highly regarded in the [evaluation]. more

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