Michael came from pioneer roots—but he wanted nothing to do with structure, rules, or faith. By 15, he was living on the streets. By 19, he was in the military, hardened and distant, until a platoon leader delivered life-altering news: his mom was dying. Her death shattered his world. Years later, desperate and alone, Michael knelt down and asked three questions: Is my mom still there? Is Heavenly Father real? Are families really forever? The answer came not in words, but in unmistakable peace—and an unseen arm holding him close. That moment changed everything. His path to conversion wasn’t fast, but it was deep. Marriage, kids, and deployments followed. But faith grew distant again—until one night, lost and aching, Michael walked into the San Diego Temple just before closing. There, a single scripture pierced his soul: “Did I not speak peace...?” This is Michael’s story—raw, redemptive, and real. A journey of rebellion, relentless grace, and the truth that when the water gets rough, the safest place will always be in the lifeboat.