I used to live in San Jose. I was one of countless Asians in a Cupertino school. I grew up going to church and always thought of myself as a Christian. At school, I was smart, and the teachers liked me. I had this incredible obsession for handball (wallball...it's a popular game in bay area elementary schools, dunno if you guys have heard of it)...and a passion to be the best. On the courts, I was mean, a cheater, and well, not that nice to be with. I had a few close friends, and, now that i look back, i really didn't deserve them.
So then, the end of third grade, my parents tell me, we're moving...where? technically los altos hills, but the school was palo alto district...for those of you who are wondering, san jose and palo alto are like maybe 25 miles apart...so i got a fresh start. i had pretty much ruined my cupertino reputation...could i try again, make it right? turns out i couldn't, not on my own. pride got ahold of me, especially since palo alto kids weren't as good at handball as my former classmates were, and i was one of the best. still, i had few friends. still, i was mean and not really well liked...a big jerk pretty much.
then, in fifth grade, during sunday school, i accepted Christ. that was my fresh start. I knew there were a lot of problems in my life. I was proud, mean, and not the person i wanted to be. I asked God to change me, make me a better person. then my life took a u-turn. i stopped playing handball, since God took its appeal away. i started playing basketball. it didn't happen overnight, but gradually, God made me a better person. I have much more friends now, and am trying to tell them about Christ and what he's done for me. If he could turn me around, he can turn you around. Like in
1 Corinthians 5:17--"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!" That's what happened to me.