Upon reading all the contents of the 2005 planner that my father gave me about two years ago - I, again, remember those happy moments when he was still with us...though it continue to cease ever since this year started. This happened one day, about May, 2008. I forgot the exact date. But that was the time that I was so much engrossed in my preparation for my mission so that I would be able to pass my mission papers as soon as possible. I asked my father about his conversion story. He asked me "Why?". I told him I just wanted to know all about it. We didn't know then that he would die the month after. Upon hearing my reply...he smiled. Then he started to tell his story. It was a usual cloudy day down the bagasbas beach of January 1974. He visited his friend, who lives in a store just in front of the beach. My father used to love alcohol so his visits to his friends means another drinking session. During that drinking session, this friend of his told him about ...