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Hi I'm Michael

I had a heart transplant in 8th grade. I'm a convert to the church. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I'm 19 years old. I had a heart transplant. I finished two semesters at BYU so far. I will be serving in the California Los Angeles Mission, Spanish speaking. I had a heart transplant in 8th grade. I did track, wrestling, and football. I worked out all the time, ate right, never did drugs, never even broken a bone. Then one week I realized I was slowing down. I felt weaker, got dizzier more easily, and a constantly nauseous. We thought it was a cold. By the end of that week I was in a hospital and could barely breathe on my own. As it turned out I had Dilated Cardiomyopathy and needed a new heart to survive. My first time out to Utah was when I was moving in to Helaman Halls on campus. I had never been around that many other Latter Day Saints before. To be honest, it was strange. I was not the best example of what it means to be a Latter Day Saint. I'm still working to change that. I had really bad culture shock for the first few weeks and things were really tough. Eventually I began more relying on the Lord and less on the kind of person I once was and that's when things really started to change. I felt happier and more free than I had ever before. I learned a lot about myself and the gospel and made a lot of great friends along the way. That brings me to my last point, I left on my mission on October 8, 2014. I have been given a second chance. This gospel has been the thing that has kept me anchored and given me hope for most of my life and I want to share that.

Why I am a Mormon

I'm a Mormon because years ago I met a family who's faith was their life, not their label. I saw happiness, I saw joy, I saw compassion for others, I saw confidence in what they knew to be true more than I had ever seen before. Through them I met people my age that didn't just follow a religion because some great ancestor was born into generations ago, but because they lived it and knew for themselves the blessings that came from it. Because of the inspiring examples of others I began to want something like that for myself and my family. I studied, pondered, and prayed over it. I lived it to the best of my ability. When I realized just how different my life would be without it, I knew the path I was on was the right one for me. This gospel has pulled my life back together when everything seemed to be falling apart too many times to count. I know that this is the Lord's restored Church on the Earth today. I know that God puts people in our lives we are meant to meet. I know when it seems like there is no one else for us to turn to the Lord will always be there for us. I know he wants us to be happy and seeking after him will give us that happiness. I know this life is not the end. Above all else I know that the Lord loves us and will always provide us a way back to him should we just choose to follow him. That is why I'm a Mormon.

How I live my faith

Growing up in an area where there had not been that many active youth at times, I had often been put in charge of youth groups. That meant I was often consulted on how to change that. I went to countless meetings to try to discuss and carry out plans on ways people in my area may be struggling and how we can help them with whatever they may be facing in life. I saw how at the heart of all these meetings was never a desire to arbitrarily bolster our numbers, but rather a love and concern for those we tried to help. For the past summer I have been helping the missionaries in my area get to their appointments. The elders were given bikes, but lived in a corner of a large area they are to cover. I would give them rides to their appointments and would be able to sit in on their lessons. I learned a lot about the gospel, about them, and about the people they taught. I was there through the good days, and the bad. I saw just how much the gospel meant to them. Tomorrow I get to do the same. Somewhere out there the Lord is preparing someone to hear his gospel. My prayer is that I will be ready to bring his gospel to them.