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Hi I'm Randy

I'm an educator, husband and proud father of 3 terrific boys, and, I'm a Mormon.

About Me

My family is the most important thing in my life. I have a wonderful wife that keeps me in line and 3 boys that at this point still like to spend time with dad. It could be a rousing game of Marco Polo in the pool or a bowling competition on the Wii, joking around or working along side each other in a service project. There are always lots of laughs when we're together.

Why I am a Mormon

I always have felt blessed to have been born and raised a Mormon. It was and is of course more than than the "funeral potatoes and lime jello" that get joked about. As a typical child, I relied on the faith of my parents and leaders. But as I got older, it was important for me to have my own testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. My testimony came step by step and continues to grow today. It is a combination of answers to prayer, reading the scriptures, living by the standards and experiencing the promptings and comfort of the Holy Ghost. There is a song that we sing, "Families can be together forever." It is of special importance the older I get. I believe that after this life, with all it's trials and tribulations, I can be reunited with my family again. The things I do and the decisions I make center around that goal. And while I aim for that goal, making mistakes along the way, I'm grateful for a loving Heavenly Father and the atoning sacrifice of his Son to help guide and support me along the way. Choosing to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints continues to bring happiness to me and my family.

How I live my faith

I've tried to teach my children the importance of service. A few weeks ago, while visiting my in-laws, a neighbor came to ask if my boys wanted to earn some money picking up the apples from his tree that had fallen. The neighbor had trouble walking and bending and was unable to accomplish the task on his own. We were preparing shortly to leave and so I declined the offer. As he drove back across the street, (Yes, drove because of the difficulty walking), I was reminded by my good wife as to "why not?" Why not go across the street and help? She was right of course. Grateful for a 2nd chance and the opportunity to work along side my family, we went to help the neighbor. We explained it was on the condition that we would do it for free. While the kind neighbor was hesitant to accept, he understood the principle we were trying to teach our children. What took merely 25 minutes out of our time created a memory that my boys will not forget and was a lesson to me as well. Living my faith is my outward expression of the beliefs I hold inside and while I don't always get it right, I am striving to do the best that I can.