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Hi I'm Josh

I love playing piano. I love writing music. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I started playing piano when I was 5, and ever since I was 12 I've known I wanted to pursue a musical career, particularly something with composition. When I sit down at a piano and I start playing, I hear in my head how the melody should be or what should come next. I'm especially interested in writing film scores and electronic pieces, and a few months ago I was accepted into BYU's school of music as a Commercial Music Major, which is my greatest dream. I attended one semester of college at BYU. It was the greatest four months of my life. I'm something of a snowboarding addict. By the time September comes around I'm already dying to go, and I try to make it up to resorts as often as I can. I've only been snowboarding for 3 or 4 years, but I can already do 360s, and I love riding through the trees and going off every jump I can find. I've played soccer since I was little. When I was around 13 or 14, I started playing competitively. By 16, my team was a step down from Premiere, the highest division in the state. Unfortunately, I had other things getting in the way, and I realized that I couldn't keep playing at this level and continue pursuing music and school. I also hated the competition, and even though my team was so high up I was definitely playing way above my level.

Why I am a Mormon

I was born and raised in the Church. Growing up it's been easy, as I've always had my parents there to guide me, and my friends have wanted the same things I have. It wasn't until I started college and I was on my own for the first time that I began to realize I was doing a lot of the things I did "just because," and I hadn't seriously considered why. I didn't have my parents there to help me out and make sure I was doing the right things. I began to slip. Even more importantly, I had my mission looming up. I had always taken it for granted that I would go, but I began to realize that this wasn't one of those things I could do "just because." Was this the right thing for me to do? I wanted to put it off and keep living the "good" life, the easy life. One day as I was sitting in class, I was feeling frustrated and unhappy with the way my life was going. I felt a sudden urge to pray, and so silently I plead with God, asking for forgiveness of my sins. Almost immediately, I was flooded with peace and overwhelming joy. I know that true happiness only comes through serving God and obeying him. I had to walk the path he had prescribed for me, the path my parents had conditioned me to follow all my life up to that point. In that instant, I knew I wanted to serve a mission, to share the gospel and to build God's kingdom. I called my mom as soon as class was over to set up an appointment with my bishop to start the process. Life is hard, and even since I received that revelation I've struggled and made plenty of mistakes. But I've always put my trust in God, and I know that I will be blessed for obeying Him. I know he has a plan for me, a plan that will give me the greatest joy in life.

How I live my faith

I've served in all the young men's presidencies as I've grown up. Going to young men's activities has always been an awesome experience for me, even if I don't want to go. Whether we're doing service or just sitting around eating food and playing games, I always find myself growing closer to God and the other guys my age in my ward, and the young women too when we plan activities with them. I've met some of my best friends through these activities, and I know I've been blessed with a lot of friends for going to these. It wasn't always easy to go, there was always something else I'd rather be doing, and the times I didn't go I would find out later just how much I missed out. As a leader of our young men's group, I would make a point of saying hi and talking for a minute or so to everyone in the group at Church every Sunday, especially the ones who seemed to be separated from the group. About 5 months ago I put in my papers to serve as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I was called to serve in the Lyon France mission, and I report in a week.