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Feature Winter 2002 Winter 2015
It’s good to be back at BYU. There’s not another campus in the world that I have visited half as often as BYU. For many years, EY has been the number one employer of BYU students, and most years BYU has been the number one source of candidates for EY. It’s a wonderful two-way relationship.
It seems like only a few years ago that I sat where you are sitting. I was an English major, and that meant that I liked reading and writing. It also meant that I had no idea what I was going to do with my career.
The Sound of Music swept the box office, Martin Luther King Jr. led thousands to Alabama’s capital, and the first commercial satellite launched into orbit. The year was 1965, and the BYU MPA students of the inaugural class were collecting their diplomas and preparing to embody the credo “Enter to learn; go forth to serve.”
You pull up to seven Gs in a bobsled seven times earth's gravitational pull. It's tough sledding. Fraser Bullock knows that from his experience on the bobsled track at Utah's Olympic Park. He had just signed on as CFO and COO of the Salt Lake Olympic Committee and wanted to understand what it was like to be an Olympic athlete. "I looked in the sled and there were chains, apparently to keep people from climbing out halfway down," he laughs. Bullock quickly discovered why someone might want to climb out. "It was like a monster roller coaster ride times ten," he continues. "And when you get to the bottom, you realize that the difference between gold and silver is one one-hundredth of a second. The expertise of these athletes is mind boggling."
You are a very select group whose contributions in the years ahead will be monumental. I know many of those who will be your teachers and your mentors. You are not likely to understand tonight what a rare group they are.
It's an honor for me to be here today. Every time I get in an awesome situation like this I think of a story that took place several years ago when my family and I lived on the west coast. Our oldest boys, who were seven and eight at the time, decided to take a friend to church with them one Sunday. This young boy had never been to our Church before.
Ken Batson has been a CPA for thirty-two years getting up, eating breakfast, and heading to work. A partner at Sharp, Thunstrom, & Batson, a small accounting firm in La Mesa, California, Batson was complacent as a CPA. He'd heard the warnings about massive changes coming to his