Through travels, he found gospel
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Why I wanted to go to America, I don't know, but because I like to bike, I went.
I flew from Japan to Los Angeles, Calif., on April 15, 1983. Because I can't speak English, it was very scary. Taking my tent and sleeping bag, I left Los Angeles.
I arrived in Anchorage, Alaska, in about July. At a national park in Alaska I met a bear, who ate all of my food. I was very puzzled.
Going through Canada, I entered back into the USA in Montana. I visited Yellowstone National Park, and entered the state of Utah on Sept. 1.
It was evening so I quickly looked for a motel. The cheapest one was $10.50 a day.
I stopped there. It was very old, but better than a tent, and I slept well. The next morning I went to Temple Square.
At the temple gates I heard the missionaries speaking. Because I couldn't speak English, they quickly sent for Japanese missionaries.
I listened to the Temple Square explanation. From that time, each day I met with them.
I had decided to be in Salt Lake City one week, and leave for Mexico. However, I wanted to hear a few things about the Mormon Church, so I listened to lesson one. It was good, so I listened to lesson two also.
Lesson two was good, thus I decided to finish hearing all the lessons.
On Sept. 14, 1983, I was baptized by Bishop Kenji Suzuki, bishop of the Salt Lake City Japanese Ward. I felt a good feeling.
I returned to L.A. and flew back to Japan the 10th of October. The entire trip was 6,000 miles.
Upon returning to Japan, I was surprised and happy that the Church existed here also.
