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Hi I'm Wesley

I used to be a professional ballet dancer. Now, I'm studying computer animation. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I have always had a life-long love and appreciation for art. My parents urged my brother and I to discover our talents early and afforded us numerous opportunities to do so by signing us up for every extra-curricular activity they could find. Soccer, basketball, baseball, swimming...I did it all. In the end, I still enjoyed drawing and music. I was a very energetic child and was born with "above average" flexibility, so my parents took a risk and enrolled me in dance. I wasn't too thrilled about it, because everyone knew dancing was "just for girls." After some time, I realized that I enjoyed it...and that I was pretty good at it. After high school, I got a job dancing professionally for a ballet company. This was a difficult time in my life because I had to make a choice of whether or not I wanted to serve a full-time mission. I chose to do so, but was met with disapproval by my boss and co-workers. The next two years were difficult and were marked with numerous trials and adversity, but it was also a time of great spiritual and emotional growth. I decided that it was time to move on and pursue different endeavors that appealed to my love of the arts. I always enjoyed drawing, so I'm now a student studying computer animation.

Why I am a Mormon

I'm a Mormon because I have read the Book of Mormon and have felt strongly in my mind and my heart that it was true. Joseph Smith was an ordinary man of humble beginnings. I questioned whether or not such a man could sit down and write such a phenomenal book as the Book of Mormon. I have no doubt that Joseph Smith was an exceptionally bright man, but I don't believe that such a powerful book could have come from the mind of only one man. He translated it. He didn't write it. There have been three experiences in my live that have defined my testimony and bore witness to me of the truth of the restored gospel: First, I felt God's love for me when I was lost on a camping trip for over a day and a half. I wasn't sure if I would ever get found. I prayed, and the next morning I felt a powerful yet familiar feeling that I would be alright. Second, I felt that God has a plan for each of his children when I attended my friend's funeral. Never before have I attended a funeral or felt death so close to my life as when it happened to my close friend. I was saddened for his passing, but felt a powerful witness that there is more to our existence than just just our mortal life. Third, I felt that Joseph Smith truly was God's chosen prophet for a new time when my best friend left the church. It seems odd that I would feel the spirit of God when my friend abandoned his faith, but such an act caused me to look inward, pray, and read the scriptures like never before. Even though I had to watch my dearest friend walk away from the blessings and happiness of Christ's church, it served to strengthen me like never before. The church is true. I bear my witness of it. I have felt it. I am far from perfect, but all I can say is that I'm trying to do better and I know that God loves us.

How I live my faith

I have been a member of the church my whole life. I have had opportunities to serve those inside and outside of the church. Inside the church, we are assigned "callings" or jobs. One of the most memorable callings I have had was a teacher to the youth. It allowed to me learn new things, but see them in a simple way. Kids at that age don't think as deeply as adults, and sometimes that can be a good thing. I got to share some experiences with them and see their attitudes change as well as their spiritual growth. Another powerful experience I had was when I was a youth. It was a stake-level activity, meaning the youth from several wards were invited to go to a shelter that specifically cared for those with severe physical and mental disabilities. We were divided into groups and assigned one patient. Some of the patients were disabled to such an extent that they couldn't understand words. The only thing we could do was to stroke their hair or hold their hand. I was the odd man out, I was assigned to my own patient. He was confined to a wheel chair, and could talk but very slowly. I was his friend for the afternoon. We exchanged very simple conversations and I pushed him around the grounds. It was an amazing and touching experience to perform such tender service to our Heavenly brothers and sisters.