I don’t remember the exact moment I became converted to the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  I feel as though I have always known that He is my Savior.  I have always felt a part of me knows Him, and the rest of me is just trying to remember.  I know that I know Him.  I know that I will see Him again.  I look forward to that day more than anything.

However, I do remember the precise moment that I knew the Book of Mormon was true.  I was raised in the Church.  I was baptized when I was eight, and ordained a deacon when I was 12.  But shortly after my ordination, I stopped attending church.  I just didn’t want to go to the meetings. The older I got and the further into my teenage years I went, the less I wanted to attend.

I knew then, even at that time, that I was making the wrong choice.  Indeed, I was making many wrong choices that took me to a rather dark place.  I also suffered from insomnia and depression.  I could feel hope slipping further and further away.  My life grew darker and darker.  I kept to myself. I rarely spoke to my family.  I didn’t continue my education after high school and made other poor choices.

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