When I was a child, I was discriminated against because of my inability to walk. It made me sad because I could not participate in anything…. My older brothers have been visited and taught by missionaries…. They [missionaries] invited me to visit and attend the LDS church…. When I went with them, I was very touched by their kindness because they did not look at me as a disabled person or a piece of meat, but like a human being like them. They understood my pain. Until now, we are still in contact. Even though they taught me about the gospel for more than six months, I was not yet convinced. Then I confessed to them that I was unlettered. So, they said they could teach me. After a few months, I was able to read and became more active in the church. Moreover, my churchmates were very friendly and kind with me.
My sadness had suddenly disappeared because I received a warm welcome from my churchmates. In the beginning, I wasn’t convinced. I was tired to think why some people love me but my family and my neighbors don’t.
The missionaries taught me how to pray. Later, I felt joy every time I prayed because I was able to improve my communication with God. I never felt that kind of joy before even when I was still attending the Church of Jesus Christ in Madagascar. I also have learned the scriptures a lot.