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I grew up on the Wasatch front in Salt Lake City, Utah. At an early age, a Patriarch of the church nicknamed me Bright Eyes. I achieved only as much as I wanted to in education, and worked very hard to become an Eagle Scout by the age of fifteen. For many years I was dedicated to playing multiple sports like baseball, football, gymnastics, water polo, and dance. After playing for nearly fourteen years, I was awarded MVP several times in soccer.

I was blessed with four rowdy brothers and three loving sisters, all of whom I wish I had better relationships with today. Our home growing up was rough, to say the least. We all experienced some level of torture, mental or physical. I was the one chosen to endure most of the wrath. My father was a monster.

Thirty-five years later, at fifty years old, I paid a visit to a urologist. That's when I discovered some of the things my father did to me are considered sexual abuse. That was the moment everything changed.

I am grateful to have the opportunity to recognize how my past is part of me but doesn't define me. What's ahead is what brings me alive.