Hi I'm Eric Ray
I'm a Filipino-American. I love to sing. I'm a swimmer, wrestler, and runner. I'm a son. I'm a Mormon.
Currently a college student doing my best to get through life. Some of my hobbies in the past, including things I did in high school are swimming, wrestling, cross country, marching & concert bands, and various clubs & student organizations including Student Council and Honor Society. At my core, music is my true passion - whether it be singing in the shower, playing my clarinet, or relaxing my fingers on the keys of the piano. I love life, long walks on the beach, and Christmas music. I enjoy simplicity and am consistently craving Mexican food. I love blogging and laughing. My height doesn't amount to my love, or the amount of food I truly eat. I am proud to be a Filipino. I am proud to be my mother's son. And I am proud to be a Mormon.
Why I am a Mormon
I am a convert, having spent nearly my whole life as a devout Roman Catholic. While a member of the Catholic church, I participated in nearly every ministry and also volunteered as a Sunday School teacher. Yet it seemed as though although I did the most I could within the church, there was still something that lacked in my life. When I was sixteen years-old in high school, I went through trials that, I was convinced, were beyond my ability to handle. Being newly called to leadership positions at a young age, taking my first advanced placement classes, and being an active athlete as well (let's not forget about the grades and school work), put pressure on me that a newly turned, sixteen year-old just couldn't seem to handle. It seemed that my grades were going down, while my racing times were going up. Being blinded by my young mind and the trials that sat in front of me, I was convinced that things were just never going to get better, that I was all alone, and that no matter what I did, I was never going to please my coaches, directors, teachers or parents. Life didn't seem worth living. I was ready to give up. But little to my knowledge, all along, another sixteen year-old boy, alongside me in leadership in our high school marching band, had been guided to watch over me. He saw me as his brother, saw my struggles, and because of his faith and his sincere love, he gathered the courage to pick me up and introduce me to the church. He talked me through nights where I never thought I would make it through and helped me feel I wasn't alone. Through his example and love, I agreed to take the missionary lessons, and although skeptical at first, it didn't take long for me to see that this was truly the true church of Jesus Christ which I was able to learn through constant study and prayer. I know that I never truly experienced real happiness until I became a member of this church.
How I live my faith
This is simple, I know I live my faith by the way I live my life. Becoming a member of this church and having a testimony of Heavenly Father's love for me as His son has truly changed the way I look at myself and other people. It's in the small things. It's just all about doing the best I can everyday to live the way that Christ would have me live - whether it be holding the door open for the next person after me, helping an elderly person carry their groceries, or calling my mom just to tell her I love her. It's about smiling, making the best out of every situation, and just being positive. Life is hard as it is, I know that I don't need to make it any harder on myself.