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           Both of my parents grew up in church.  My mom was baptized and confirmed Lutheran, while my dad was Presbyterian.  My dad didn’t attend church much while he was young, and stopped attending while he was in the Army in Germany in 1976, and never went back until the mid 1990s.  My mother went to church with her family until she moved to college, so I’m told.             
            When they married in 1988, they were not attending church at all.  This kept going even after my sister and I were born.  I do not remember this, as I was very young, but I told my father something about going to church.  Apparently, he took me to a little white clapboard church near my house, and we’ve been mainly going since.  We started going to my mother’s old Lutheran congregation, until about 2003 when dad fell and broke his arm.  He wasn’t able to go to church for about three months because of the severity of the break.  He got out of the “habit” of going to church every Sunday, as did I, (my mother is an occasional attendee now). 
            I suffer from severe depression.  So there were points that I couldn’t get out of bed to go to church.  I started to lose my faith.  After getting treatment and medication, I started to attend again.  This time, the Lutheran congregation that I belong to had called another minister, who really set my faith in motion.  He gave me a challenge.  “Attend church for seven weeks.  I dare you to skip the eighth.”
            Since then, I have served on church council, taken a job as the groundskeeper, (which I have since left because of time restraints), and taken a job as the chief sound engineer.  I discovered my love for audio engineering while doing the latter job.  I am now attending school for audio production because of that voluntary effort on my part.
            My dad has hepatitis C, so his liver was slowly deteriorating.  In December of 2010, dad received a liver transplant at the Cleveland Clinic, (incidentally, the day of the surgery was the last day of the semester at Capital University, where I attend school).  For about four months, I wasn’t able to attend my church because I was up in Cleveland with my father every weekend.  I started to fall into another depression.  For some reason, I didn’t feel better after he got his transplant.  When dad eventually got better, I started to attend church again.  Once again, my faith grew.  I still continue my duties as sound engineer.  I’m thankful that I got called to be the engineer, as it has led me down a wonderful path toward a higher education.  

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