Where I'm from cont.

  So back to the suburbs where my dad and step mother found a second home called the Hawaiian room.A bar down the street from where we lived.They , literally,went there every night for about 11 years.We as children would have to go down there to get money for dinner most nights.The first time I remember really praying was for my father.He had gotten into a fight with some three guys after a high school football game.I was over his best friends house at the time and in the back yard I began to pray"God please don't take my dad".I was 10 years old and it worked.!
  Don;t get me wrong,I loved my dad dearly,but I could never understand why someone so smart did not believe in God.Why he was so bent on self destruction.Still can't.He was very craring and honest also/Very baffling to me.
  Mostly normal school attendance and sports activities thoughout school years.Played baseball for 5 years.Football for 5 years and golfed and surfed for many years afterwards.
   We move a town over in 10th grade so I had to change high schools.That was trying to me because I only knew two people in the whole school and I was dreadfully shy in those days.but that's when I had another spiritual expreience and was introduced to the book of Mormon.
    T he spiritual experience came with a witness.My little sister Kim.We shared a room together for a year because my grand mother was ill and needed to live with us.We were laying down for the night when as soon as we turned the lights off we began to hear whispering.And these whisperings were uttering my name!We turned the lights on-searched the house,but nobody there...very creepy to us.