When I was about 22 I met with a preacher, and was so impressed. I could see that something was working in him, a compassionate God. I then looked back at my past and could see others, instrumental in my life, that were followers of this God. I looked deep within myself and remembered the dream I had as a 5 year old boy. I realized that God was my true father. Parents are merely caretakers. From that point on I had a thirst for spiritual knowledge. I went to several churches until I found one I was comfortable with, joined a Sunday school class, taught Sunday school class (the best way I've found to learn). My brother and sister had been like me in struggling with God. I feel my faith has been an inspiration to them and my parents also. My greatest joy was when the rest of my family one by one became spiritual. It was so neat to see their peace emerge.