It was a Sunday. Sunday January 20, 1991, exactly seventeen years ago today. Damn, it's been a long time since I had some iced tea! We drove down to the building on Ponce de Leon Ave, and I was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. The mission had a mission-wide baptismal service, so there were 25 people getting baptized that evening. I was first. The brother baptized right after me scared everyone when he came up out of the water shouting "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!" My dad dunked me pretty hard, hitting my head on the bottom of the font.
We were all confirmed that night too. Some ladies sang "In This Very Room." My cousins were all there. I asked if Marty could help confirm me, but he didn't have the Melchezidek Priesthood yet. I was confirmed by Elder Jason Ivan Ray; he has never tried to contact me again. I suppose that's okay. Burt Luce was there. My friend Martin Isaksen was the only person from my ward who bothered to drive down to see me get baptized. It was a good day and I made a good decision.
It was seventeen years ago today. I'm 34. I've been a member for half of my life. It has changed my life immeasurably, for the better.
Some days I miss my Dad so much it hurts.