They came to the rural Black Belt county of Wilcox in Alabama, in the year 1970.
They learned Spanish and came to Miami too.
My mother's twin sister answered the door in 1970 and was convinced.
She would not stop talking to my mother about it.
In the meantime, she picked up a believing boyfriend.
Around the same time, my father met my mother.
Their parents though, did not believe, but old fashioned Cuban rules meant daughters from "good families" always dated with a chaperoning adult, and there was only one adult (my mother's mother) that chaperoned, so all dates were for both daughters.
Meetings were Friday nights. So of course, my mother and father had to tag along with my aunt's dates if they wanted to be together too.
They got sucked in as well.
My parents were baptized (and married) in 1972, at the age of 19.
They believed and preached at a fever pitch.
I was born two years later, and at the age of a few months, they gave up good jobs (my father was a lineman and my mother worked for the phone company) we moved to form a new congregation to serve where the need was greater.
My first word was "JEHOVÁ."
The first song I learned the words to was
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yy_xJ-7ruU0
Makes me tear up Snow.