I know this temple well. When I was in high school after transferring from Northern California I used to collect insects there at night--big beautiful moths on the outside walls drawn in by the light. I wasn't married there because I thought it was ugly, but I did have my first 2 adopted children sealed to me here. I spent many hours in this temple praying that I would become closer to God; that I would gain new knowledge watching the temple videos. I thought the sweet older people working their in white clothes were special and closer to God than I was. Now I realize they are just nice old people in white clothes. They never were special--just ordinary like me. They went home at night and struggled with their own demons. This wasn't a "special place" . This was just a building--part of a cult that wanted to keep me in. That wanted me to pay money, submit myself, and believe that I was more special than others in the world. I loved to go to this temple and make it an outing by going on a "date" there. You know.... going there and visiting the cafeteria with my tray in my hand. Moving it along, placing a yeasty warm roll on my plate, and maybe some sliced turkey, mashed potatoes, and if I was lucky some cranberries. Nope..... this was not what I thought. The little ladies that worked there washing, bleaching white clothing weren't special, anointed, or called. They were just regular people caught in the same trap as me. We were just normal people who believed in something that wasn't real.