Different person, different place

17 years ago in a different and slightly more traditional pool and place I made my choice and was baptised.

This evening it was another person, a man, older than me (I think) and a much more portable pool that the tiled affair I used, but the same love and the same "eternal" feeling was there.

I have never regretted the choice I made as a rising 17-year-old, and I don't plan to start now. Every time I witness someone's baptism I remember the day I made my own choice in 1993 and I wish them all the joy of the journey.