Dear Barret D. Lybbert,
Had my mother given me a different middle name I would gladly tell you. I thought about writing an entire post about my middle name. The subject would be my full name of course, with a pronounciation guide. I would tell you it's origin and why my mother picked this name. I would give you a brief history of how my aversion toward my middle name came to be. But alas I just can't bring myself to do it. It's not that I HATE my middle name it's just that NO ONE can pronounce it correctly and am therefore subject to ridicule. I say it, pronounce it, and use phonetic writing to help people but it is all in vain. When I get blessing or set apart at church I often think that maybe I shouldn't admit to having a middle name but the bishopric would know I were lying. These men have such trouble pronouncing it that they often whisper it and say it really fast so as not to embarass themselves. My mother is the only person who knows how to say it because she loves this name so much. Even my siblings have trouble saying it. Actually, come to think of it, I don't even think my siblings know I have a middle name! There are a handful of people that I have told my middle name to and they always forget it. Which I am not complaining about. I once told someone my middle name on the condition that he did not try to say it after I told him. He said it and I will never tell anyone my middle name again. Now the only person that knows it is Zach Gibson, only because he is sneaky and wrote it down. Don't bother asking him, he is sworn to secrecy. Maybe one day, when we are in the same place, at the same time, sharing our deepest darkest secrets I will tell you, with the condition of course of that you do not to try to say it. For right now, let's just say my middle name is "A" pronounced "Ay".
Victoria A. Morales