story he shared of being a young Bishop and delaying a prompting to visit a member in the hospital, and when he finally visited the man had passed and was saying Thomas Monson's name as he passed...that story struck me hard and has never left. Of all the guilt I've felt in my life, a large percentage has been from wondering if I'm being prompted by the spirit, or random neurons firing in my extremely loud and rapid firing AD/HD brain, and then never really knowing because I didn't act on it.