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Hi I'm John

I love Arizona State football. I love the outdoors. I'm a father. I'm an amature photographer. And I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I'm one of those people who had the dream of someday becoming rich and famous. Then I graduated high school and life dealt me a dose of reality. I learned that I had to work for my future. I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone else. My family was poor (although I didn't know it at the time). My dad was put in a wheelchair when I was young, yet he did what he had to to support our family. Family was of the highest importance in my life. Since we didn' have money, we stayed close to home and interacted together. My parents joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints when I was young. So activites within the youth programs and Scouting played a key role in my developnment. After completing high school, I chose to go on a mission for two years to represent the Lord and my church in Argentina. There I learned the Spanish language. I worked mostly in construction before and after my mission, touring the Southwest US. I met my wife in Las Vegas, during one of the jobs I was working on. She is from Mexico, so my Spanish came in handy. We married and had two children. I worked two jobs to try and provide for them as best I could. They are both in high school now, as I continue to learn the ropes as a father. I have hobbies, like hiking, photography, motorcyling, and technology. But being a father nad husband is what I enjoy the most. I love spending time with my family. I love traveling with them. I love experiencing new things with them. I love my life!!

Why I am a Mormon

When I was about 7 years old, my mom began speaking to my uncle about why he was Mormon. My dad was a non-practicing Catholic (much to the dismay of my nana), So we really didn't have much religion in the home. But something my uncle had said to my mom really got her thinking of her future family and how we would be raised. Then, the unthinkable happened. My family was traveling back from a nice weekend in the mountains when we were hit by a drunk driver. My dad was the worst off, as he suffered from a broken neck and was sentenced to life in a wheelchair. As we all tried to recover, my family was thrown for a loop as my dad was no longer able to provide for us in the months following the crash. But suddenly strangers started bringing food to our house. They offered their help in driving my mom back and forth to the hospital to see my dad. They babysat my sister, brother and I while my mom met with doctors and specialists. These strangers were memebers of my uncle's church. Mormons were showing up to help us, an unknown family in the community. That impressed my mom so much, she agreed to learn more. She and my dad were baptized shortly after. I was baptized when I turned 8. I look back on those early childhood memories and think of the Christ-like love that complete strangers had toward our family. It was amazing that people would give so much of themselves for complete strangers. I remeber also the first visits I made to the church, making new friends and seeing people pray for the first time. I noticed the happiness in my mom's face despite the long road ahead. As I grew up, I wanted to know of the truthfulness of our religion for myself. I knew the Mormon faith was a good place to be with good people. But I wanted to know if God still revealed truths in my day, to leaders of our faith. I knew I could pray to God and ask Him. So that is what I did. I prayed. And my prayer was answered. Not with a visit from an angel, but a feeling of comfort and assuring warmth.

How I live my faith

I try to live my faith the way my parents do, and the way Christ would want me to. My parents taught me by their example to try and help others in any way I could, just as they had been helped through their hard times. That taught me a valuable lesson on charity, which is the pure love of Christ. We do as much as we can to love and care for others. Through my parent's examples, and the example of the Lord, I try to teach my own children to love and serve others. That may mean simply visiting other families from my church, or helping someone move in or out of their home. It may mean running to the bedside of a sick child at 1:00 AM, or running a meal over to someone in need. It means that I stand up for those who can't stand up for themselves. It means, I lend an ear, or a shoulder to someone at work who just lost a loved-one. I volunteer within my community. From working with youth in the boy scouting program, or working as a volunteer teacher in the local elementary school, or delivering food to the elderly through the "meals-on-wheels" program, each of these experiences helps me feel more like a spiritual brother to those around me.