La Stabioneta

This semester has been one of the craziest semesters of my life and my life will forever be affected by the events that took place. When I started this blog in April, I was talking to Catherine Hecht. We were going on dates and enjoying each other. We started to hang out a lot more before school got out in the winter, and our friends Mitch and Amber would asks us to double up with them. One of the dates we went on, we decided to play the newly wed game. This night we realized how much we knew about each other, and as we drove home, I realized how much I like her and I was determined to kiss her. After begging her for a kiss she gave in... this event changed the course of my life. The week that followed that kiss was crazy. I had finals, a trip to plan, and student body things to take care of... But the only thing I could think about was that kiss. I would go take finals, and get them done as soon as I could just to go see her. I wanted to spend time with her and enjoy every minute w

Why am I a Mormon? Lately I have been reading a book by Joseph A. Cannon called “Why I’m a Mormon?” This book contains stories from many people of the LDS faith telling their stories of why they are Mormons. I want to share my conversion story, and then add my testimony of Why I am and will always be a Mormon. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has a great missionary program with over 53,000 young men and women serving in different countries around the world. I can almost guarantee that most of you have either seen a Mormon missionary or been around one who is a member of the church. As a matter of fact, when I lived in Argentina, the missionaries learned quickly to NEVER knock on my door. If they dared to do so, my mom would come out with a broom yelling “you son of a B*%&! Get out of my house! Don’t you dare knock on this door or I will kick your…” and many other encouraging words to never knock again. When I moved to Queens, NY, I met th

There are many who blog, and today I have decided to join them.  Some may ask “why?” and the answer is simply “why not?” I am not a very good writer, so lets get that out of the way so you don’t expect much. I guess we can start this blog by telling a bit about who I am from my point of view. Its interesting to me the difference that lies when you describe yourself, and when others do it. But here goes my shot- My name is Rodrigo David Stabio. I was born in the province of Mendoza, Argentina. I grew up with a single mom, who happens to the most incredible woman in my life. At the age of 7, my madre met Jose, who she married, and together they had what I call the most incredible gift, my younger brother Nick. If I can be like Nick when I grow up, I will be very successful. After living in Argentina for almost 11 years, we decided to move to the United States, or better yet, my parents decided to do so, mainly to give my brother and I a better life. We moved to Qu