My conversion story begins when my car broke down in the middle of Talladega, Ala. It was early in January 2009 and I was freezing. While I stood looking under the hood of the car, I heard a deep voice behind me ask, "Need any help?" Not sure what to expect, I turned around and saw two young men with name tags on. They talked to me with kindness and then took a look at the car. One of the men with a bit of experience with cars gave me several suggestions, one of which was getting water for the car. They then offered to fill a container with water for me at a nearby business.

I asked them, "Aren't you freezing?" They answered "Naw, we're from Utah." Well, it took three trips back and forth before my car had enough water, but these young men never seemed impatient or annoyed. They asked me if I would give them my phone number so they could check to see that I got home safely. They had long since introduced themselves as missionaries of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and after seeing them in action, I gladly gave them my number.

They really did call to check if I was safe later that day.

A few days later the missionaries called again to see how I was and to ask if they might come visit with me. I already believed they were trustworthy people and gladly agreed to the visit. When they came to my home, they explained they couldn't come inside but we could visit on my front stoop. Though it was January, and I wasn't from Utah, I wanted to visit with these amazing people. This began four and one half months of visits on my front stoop. They let me ask a million questions without ever losing patience. I told them from the beginning that I would never join the Church, but they said that was just fine and kept coming over. Whenever they would visit, I would feel a peace and happiness that would last for hours after they left. I so looked forward to their visits and the answers that I received to every one of my questions. Then the missionaries told me how to get the answer to the most important question. You see, they had given me a Book of Mormon to read, but I couldn't read it after a stroke had taken that ability from me. They then got the book on CD for me and then helped me understand what I was hearing by reading the first five chapters with me. I listened to those words and all that followed with fascination. I prayed and the Lord told me that the Book was true and so was the Church.

I was baptized on April 27, 2009. I truly believe that on that day I was changed down to my very molecules. — Susan Phelps, Talladega Branch, Birmingham Alabama Stake