It always interested me. Who was this Jesus person that made my family go to mass each Sunday? We got dressed in nice clothes and rushed out the door to make it on time. I was drawn, though I did not completely see why, to figuring out what made this faith so important to so many people. Thus in seventh grade, I followed in the footsteps of my dad and started to help teach religious education classes at my parish. The kids, though annoying at times, held this simple faith that I wanted to help nourish. Sure, my struggles were still with me, but there was something special in that at seventh grade, I was was willing to give a night to teaching young minds. I continued as an assistant to a fellow parishioner through the tenth grade. Thus the beginnings were and have been and are a part of my life.