Written on Facebook April 15, 2014
You know, there are points and places in your life that hold great significance. I was driving down the street in Orem today and passed by one of mine.
In my youth I made some very poor choices leading me to this point and place in my life.
20 years ago (May 31, 1994) right around this time of year I was standing on this porch talking to friends about a rave we were going to go to that night. In my mind I had convinced myself I was going to not hold back and would let happen what happened that night. I had already fallen off the cliff, but I was ready to do a swan dive the rest of the way down.
I was standing there when my friend informed us that the prophet of the Mormon church (Ezra Taft Benson, May 30, 1994) had died the day before hinting at the coincidence of that and the microburst that had happened earlier that day.
I remember standing there looking the mountains like in the photo when I felt as though someone grabbed me and held me. As I stood there looking up at the sky right above Mount Timpanogos (there where puffy clouds in the sky at the time) I heard a voice tell me if I did not change i would die.
I turned to my friends and told them I had to leave. I went home and cut off my hair which had grown quite long. And, I started to change and never turned back.
I wish i could say I have been 100% perfect since that day. I have been anything but that.
Even though, God in his great mercy blessed me for the decision I made that day. I could have said, wow that was trippy, and be 6 feet under in a casket today.
But I didn’t. Instead, by some miracle I was able to serve a mission. Graduate from college. Marry a beautiful girl in the temple. Have 3 beautiful children.
I know that is a little personal, but it is true.
