Chapter 2 (I try to have good grammar, I'm not perfect)
Ronald I'm not sure what I believe in. Most of my life I just assumed there was nothing. Choosing a belief never played a role in my life. It never dawned on me that there could be something out there that would have an actual effect on me. I am no one. I attended The First Baptist Meetinghouse in town every Sunday with my parents, from birth and on. I stopped going about a year ago and now that I'm eighteen my parents have quit trying to make me go. I know it breaks my mother's heart, but I just can't sit among the avid believers when I am the complete opposite. I used to enjoy going to Sunday service, the music, the singing, the dancing, and especially the sermons. When I was a kid, I loved hearing the preacher talk about redemption, forgiveness and the love of God. But as I got older I started to hear the parts about hell, sin and damnation. Now I don't listen at all. Even when I went to church, when I was younger, I don't think I believed then, I just l...