While in prison, I did a lot of soul searching. But it wasn’t until I stumbled upon a piece of trash that I began to find the answers I was looking for.

I was in prison for 10 years. During that time, I went through a lot of changes.

When I first got “in,” I was angry at everyone and everything. But after no one came to visit me, I finally realized I was the problem.

I swore I would never become one of those “prison Bible thumpers” who are saved in prison, only to have the Bible go in the trash the minute they walk out the door. I did end up doing some serious soul searching, though.

I studied Buddhism. I read the Koran. I went to Catholic services, Seventh Day Advents services, Native American services, and on and on. Nothing felt right. So once, after I was put in solitary confinement, I read the whole Bible—I had nothing else to do—and I wanted more.

Then one day, I found a magazine in the trash. It was called Ensign. It had a large picture of Jesus on it, and the whole magazine was about Christ. I fell in love with it, so I went looking for members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I asked around, and someone told me, “Yeah, they are the Mormons.”