My Story

Part 1
I wanted to share my story, everybody has one and this is mine. I guess we will start with the beginning and work our way to the end. As a kid I was the fat kid in school and had a last name with cow in it, yeah I heard them all! Kids can be so mean, from the start I had a hard time making friends. Many of the friends I did have were only there to use me or let me down when I needed them the most. I spent many lunch times by myself. I learn to be alone, I learned to rely on myself. One day I happened upon a cartoon about the bible. I had a ton of questions which I directed to my grandma. She answered my questions and invited me to attend church with her. I loved it I thought I had finally found a place where I could be accepted. At first it was true, then as I got older I started asking questions just trying to understand why we believed what we believed. The youth pastor would become frustrated when he couldn't answer my questions. So instead of trying to answer me he would put me down for asking questions he would get down right mean. During, this time at school I was in Jr. High and those mean kids grew into mean teenagers. Have you ever sat in the lunch room and feared eating because the kids would start mooing? I have. In every class there was someone putting me down. I hated going to school. Day after day I was overwhelmed with pure hatred and I couldn't understand why they hated me some much. I was bullied at both school and church and I was still looking for answers. My step sister was a member of a different church, the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I went to her for answers to my questions, not only did she answer my questions she would show me in the bible why she believed what she believed. I fell in love with her church almost from the beginning. Then she invited me too go with her which I happily accepted. Everything she taught me about the church just seemed right to me, it just made sense. She took me to my class she opened the door and there sat every one of my tormentors. At first I begged my sister to take me to her class but she said I had to go to my own class. It was funny to look at their faces they knew they were wrong. I wanted to continue to go to the LDS church but my dad wouldn't allow me too. I decided that if he wouldn't let me go to the church I wanted to go then I would make him regret it. I became a wild child getting into trouble, doing drugs, drinking and so on. As I got older I learned that this behavior was only hurting me. I started to clean myself up and then I had a "friend" use my name for a bunch of drug charges and felonies. A trip to juvenile hall and a close up look at how the legal system works, I figured out that these people weren't worth my time. Fast forward a few years and I was married with two kids. My step sister invited me over to meet the missionaries. A few weeks later me and my niece were being baptized on my 23rd birthday.