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Hi I'm Mike Bassett

I'm a Mormon.

About Me

My life is grand. I am married to a wonderful woman who has always helped me reach for my higher potential. We have been blessed with four beautiful children who are the absolute joy of my life. Our family has grown by one daughter since my son married last year. I was born in Virginia, raised in North Carolina, served a mission in Colorado, met my wife in Idaho, studied in Utah, and currently live in Washington. Wow, where too next? I have worked for the State of Washington for twelve years and hope to continue to serve the citizens of this state. With three of four children in college, I am always looking for ways to improve my financial future (Who isn't in today's economy?) I love to work in the yard, play computer games, hang out with the family, decorate for Christmas, and eat anything that has the words chocolate and peanut butter in the same sentence.

Why I am a Mormon

My conversion to the church can be summed up in the parable of the mustard seed the Savior gave in Mark 4: 30-33. At the age of 13, the missionaries came knocking on our door one Saturday morning. I was a little upset that I had to miss Saturday morning cartoons, since in those days Saturday was the only day they were on TV but looking back... I'm glad I did. At the time, mom and I (my father was deceased) attended a wonderful local church which I loved. But I was about to learn a very difficult truth at such a young age. My best friend was the son of our preacher. Once the preacher found out my mom and I were associating with Mormon missionaries, I was never again allowed to speak to my friend. When I phoned, I was hung up on. When I knocked on the door, it was slammed in my face. I didn't understand. And then the next Sunday, the sermon was not about the gospel, it was about how evil the Mormons were and how my mom and I were now evil because we associated with them. I ran out the back doors, in tears. I was angry, confused, and oh so very alone. How could someone judge me as evil just because I was willing to talk to the missionaries? My life changed that day. Needless to say, I didn't step foot in the local church again. I didn't meet with the missionaries for a while, because I was angry; not at them, but at the way I was treated because of them. A few weeks passed and I started meeting with them again. I liked what I heard. It made sense in my head and in my heart...and that was the beginning of my testimony, though at the time I didn't even know what a testimony was. Since then, I have been taught such wonderful truths as the Atonement, eternal families, priesthood power, continuing revelation, latter-day prophets, and the list goes on and on. The peace in my life, the joy I experience on a daily basis, the hope and faith I have is all because of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. How can I not be glad to be a part of this church?

How I live my faith

I work with some of the greatest people in the world! We have a great time. I have their back and they have mine. We share stories about our families, our weekends, our dreams, and our lives. We have laughed, cried, and bled together. We have a bond that few will ever realize. But I am the only one who is a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I don't preach. I just make the attempt to live my life in a manner pleasing to my Heavenly Father. Do I make a difference? I hope so. If the day ever comes when these my friends have the chance to hear the message of the gospel, I hope they will just simply say "I know a member of your church. He was a good guy. I would like to learn more." Simple...yes. Effective...I hope so. I also have the wonderful privilege of working with the youth program in the church. Nothing could be better than to be associated with such a high quality of young men and young women. If you get the chance, look into their eyes. It will tell the story of why I love working with these young folks.