Young elder(mid-thirties) in my congregation stepped down last night. Nicest guy, with two lovely kids, a great supportive wife.
It got to be too much, as the other elders are practically useless, let him do all the hard work, while they did all the "important" stuff. Literally ran him ragged.
He's still in good standing, gave the final prayer. His poor wife wore sunglasses to hide her tears.
He doesn't realize it, but it's the greatest gift he could ever give to his family, to have the time to give them the attention they deserve. May many more follow in his footsteps.