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Hi I'm Rae Ann

I'm a nerd who loves Star Wars. I'm a writer and Public Health student. I'm half-Argentine. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I'm a college student who works three jobs even though I'm also a high-functioning autistic with bipolar II disorder, severe anxiety, sleep disorders, PMDD, and paranoia. You name it, I've probably been sick with it. With my many disorders, I shouldn't be able to hold down a job or attend school. Certainly not BOTH. But I've learned how to overcome challenges; with God, all things are possible. Because of the strength I've been given, I'm a teacher, assistant director, straight-A student, author, composer, dancer, singer, pianist, and a wife. I also married interracially, which I know is not generally seen by most of the world as a Mormon thing to do. But my parents and my husband's parents also married interracially - I'm half Californian, half Argentinean; my husband is half-Scandinavian, half-Korean. We both have awesome, dysfunctional, loving families, just like everybody else. We don't pretend everything is perfect - and really, who wants that? Perfection would be so boring. Right now, my husband and I are planning to live in South Korea to work with North Korean refugees. We both love learning languages and accumulating insane amounts of knowledge and information. We're a little weird that way, but we're just like anyone else; we dream of someday getting paid to do what we love, starting a family, having a strong marriage, traveling the world, and spending time with the people we love.

Why I am a Mormon

I'm a Mormon because of a violin and four powerful testimonies. When my mother was a child in Argentina, two sister missionaries knocked on her family's door on their way home from a little boy's birthday party. One of the sisters was a violinist and had played her violin at the party. My abuelo was also a concert violinist and let the missionaries in just because of the violin. My mom always said it was a miracle that it was two sister missionaries; he wouldn't have let male missionaries in. After her family was converted and baptized, they immigrated to the United States, sponsored by one of the sister missionaries' friend's families. My father is also a convert, who read the Book of Mormon at 14 and kept saying to himself, "This makes so much sense. This is so familiar." He and his family were also baptized. I wish I knew where those two sets of missionaries were now. I would love to tell them about the fruits of their labor and how converting two families turned into over 30 family members strong in the faith in less than 30 years. And when we of the new generation start families, as I will soon do, we will pass on a legacy of faith that those missionaries may not have foreseen when they began serving the Lord at ages 19 and 21. But I'm not a member of the church simply because of my parents' testimonies. I was inactive in the church for 11 months when I was bedridden with multiple illnesses and battling my own demons. I was angry at God. How, when I had been good all my life, could He allow me to become so sick? I had lost my scholarship due to medical withdrawals and was drowning in medical bills and bitterness that all of my dreams would be for naught because it was questionable whether I would live a normal life if I lived at all. But looking back at those times, they taught me to be strong. And I would not have met my husband if not for the lessons I learned in the depths of my despair. Only in my darkest hour did I realize I could come back to the light.

How I live my faith

I have served in various "callings", as we term them, in the Church. I've played the piano and organ for Sunday meetings, taught in the Primary (our Sunday School for children ages 2-11), planned activities for the Young Women (ages 12-17), and tried to be there whenever I was needed. Tragedies happen to Mormons, just like everyone else, and my ward was no exception to this. In my lifetime, I have known about 10 youth who have died before the age of 18 - my friends. One of my good friends' father - a surgeon and doctor, ironically - was diagnosed with lung cancer. In my own family, we've had illness and car accidents and bankruptcies and deaths in the family. But we are just like anyone else in the fact that try to do as Jesus taught: "mourn with those that mourn and comfort those who stand in need of comfort." Despite our hardships, we try to be there for each other. Even the simplest acts of kindness can have far-reaching effects.