When I think of the story of my life I find that the major turning points are coincide with lessons I've learned. Many things I learned through school or others, but the cornerstones of my personality's foundation were laid by more personal sources. My learning has spanned from the time I was born in Des Plaines, Illinois through troubled years of schooling, learning, and growing in my current town of West Jordan, Utah. Friends my mind became my only comfort in my hours alone. Thus my knowledge of myself grew throughout my elementary years. In class, I was quick to learn scholastic concepts, but never found focus to achieve high marks on assignments. When I was near the age of seven my family got a primitive Macintosh computer and by the time I was eleven I had begun programming. During the long hours I spent making the computer's 'mind' do what I desired I learned of my own mind and how to make my mind do what I desired. It had seemed I had learned and mastered the tool to heal any mental infirmity or 'bug' I could find in my life. I soon learned that my genius lacking God to center it was woefully inadequate. All the while I was solving problems of bits and bytes my own problems seemed to mount a hundredfold when I reached West Jordan Middle School. The lack of friends I endured in elementary became a deathly plague to me when I moved to what seemed the higher social class of the 'middle schoolers.' All elements of sanity or control slipped from my life and the lessons of mental programming failed utterly with their sluggishness. My life slowly fell apart during middle school resulting in absence the last half of my eighth and ninth grades. The light came near the beginning of April my ninth grade year. In a blessing I can never fully explain or understand God irreversibly illustrated to me that the truth in my life could only come from Him. I began to love my God, my fellow man, my family and everything God created; everything but myself. This beginning of a beautiful lesson I learned came to me while I was in the hardship of Army Basic Training in the form of Jennette Calderwood. Through several letters from her while I was in South Carolina and a date afterwards I fell in love with her. We enjoyed many fond and not so fond moments over the next year and a half until by God's request we separated. Then I met an angel, sent directly from God. Her name is Charla Evans and my life will never be the same. Love is the most valuable lesson to be learned, love for self, God and others. Though I know my learning is far from over I think that God has taught me the most important lessons first because he loves me. As I walk through the trails and trials that life guides me through I pray that God will yet see fit to teach me, his unworthy servant, of his majesty and eternal splendor.