When I first went into the US Air Force , I slept in on Sundays , but something always gnawed at me telling me that there was someplace I was supposed to be . When I started my journey to become a devoted follower of Christ , I was in Austin , Texas.I remember finding an announcement for a Baptist Church and thought , `` It 's time to go back to church '' . The only thing that was certain was that it would no longer be a Catholic Church .
I finally bowed my knee and asked for forgiveness in September , 1982 , at RAF Mildenhall in England and I never let go .
Emotion: Sadness