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Hi I'm Derek

I'm a husband and a father with a passion for cycling. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I am a mild-mannered attorney by day. During my off hours, however, I become the incomparable and nearly unconquerable super villain "Professor Evil." But for the untiring efforts of the four, young super-heroes: "Captain Danger," "Dark Eyes," "Nature Girl," and the "Blue-eyed Baroness" (my children), the world would have fallen under my dominion long ago. Apart from these exploits, I fill my free time wooing the woman of my dreams with glasses of San Pellegrino and Perry Mason reruns while we fold mountains of clean clothes. On the weekends and early mornings I trail run, mountain bike, and road cycle. Twice, I’ve ridden from Seattle to Portland (a 200-mile trip) in a day. Once I rode a 154-mile loop around Mt. Rainier in one day. As a family, we love to camp in our six-man tent. We go for long walks and hike in the woods. As often as possible we also go on bike rides. Three or four times a year I join my father on one of his many adventures. Once, over three days, we rode our bicycles on a 300-mile odyssey up to Canada and back. One year we rode our motorcycles nearly 900 miles through Washington, Idaho, and Montana. My father challenges my otherwise complacent nature to build memories and try new things.

Why I am a Mormon

My parents raised me in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Growing up, it was easy to accept things at face value. As a child, most of us end up doing whatever our parents and those around us expect. And this is how it should be. However, there comes a point for most of us, where the challenges to those beliefs rise to a level where we must know for ourselves whether they are true. In the Church of Jesus Christ, we refer to this realization as “conversion.” My conversion developed gradually like the sun rising in the morning. And yet, I have had many experiences where the veil of faith parted enough for me to see clearly that the path truly led to Christ. On such experience took place during my time serving as a full-time missionary for the Church in Guatemala. Having grown up in suburbia in a middle-class home, the humble conditions in which the indigenous people of the Guatemalan Highlands live and the physical efforts of missionary service stretched me. I remember very distinctly visiting a handicapped woman in her home. My companion and I sang a hymn recounting the sacrifices of the prophet Joseph Smith. At that time, as we sang I felt distinctly that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God, that Jesus Christ lived that he knew me individually wanted my happiness. After returning from Guatemala, I met my wife Rachael and a short time later we began our own family. Raising and providing for our children has placed Rachael and I in situations where we have had to trust that there is a higher power watching over us. We have passed through unemployment, medical challenges, and unforeseen expenses. In each such case, we have seen God working in our lives, most often through our family, friends, and neighbors, to help us through the challenges. I know God lives and that He has a plan for us whether we understand that or not. I know that He wants all good things for us and that if we follow the example of His Son, Jesus Christ, we will find peace.

How I live my faith

I attempt to live my faith through service, which usually means physical labor.