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As a result of this home-life, and in spite of having a very hardworking and responsible mother, I remained an emotionally immature kid full of bitterness about life. But after high school, I began asking the big questions about life [“Why am I here?” “Is there a God?” “Why does life suck?” ]. After a very brokenhearted evening of facing a drunk relative in a fit of anger, I went to St. John’s Episcopal Church where they left the front doors open to the sanctuary for prayer. At the altar in the front of the church I cried out to God, “If you exist, you are going to have to show me what to do with my life because I haven’t got a clue.”
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