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R.L.S. The Struggle, Faith, Seeing “The Light" part 1
I want to make “My Intention" perfectly clear in the beginning of this, that my intentions are merely to tell ones personal story and my own beliefs based upon it. I don't hold any “special powers" and nore do I claim to. I'm not here to “convert, coarse, or trick anyone into following something “blindly" I believe in making your own truth based on your own personal experiences.
Religion was always a “tough thing" for me. I was raised Catholic in the 1990s and was “privy" and “aware" of the “sin" that those church walls contained. If they could talk they'd probably scream. My family had the right “intentions” and I believe a lot of it was also because on my fathers side we had a big family and everyone went to the same Catholic school and church. The stories started coming out during the middle of the 1990s. My grandfather on my fathers side(my fathers father) had just found out his prostate cancer was back. I truly believe the family didn't want to “push” anymore buttons as my grandfathers health was declining rapidly. He lost his battle in the summer of 1998. That same year my brother was slapped by his teacher (whom was a nun) and I believe the “collective pain ” from losing his father, and other stresses mounted on my father and he had a “mental break ”(One of which he has yet to come back from) He pulled us out of that school the same day. My brother was four years older than me, but only 3 grades ahead. He was in 5th, and I was in 2nd.For people who don't know, one of the biggest differences in “Private school and Catholic” is that you pay for private. In the 90s it was no small “chump change" It was about-- $1k a month for two kids. So it did not sit well when my Father found out about the few churches secrets. My mother wasnt Caltholic, so she just “went along" with it and wasnt too sad about us leaving. I had mentioned before about my fathers “mental break" , well My father blamed God for taking his father. I remember my Grandfather laying there , drained of blood and pumped full of embalming fluid. To an eight year old he didn't look human and I remember kissing...
Religion was always a “tough thing" for me. I was raised Catholic in the 1990s and was “privy" and “aware" of the “sin" that those church walls contained. If they could talk they'd probably scream. My family had the right “intentions” and I believe a lot of it was also because on my fathers side we had a big family and everyone went to the same Catholic school and church. The stories started coming out during the middle of the 1990s. My grandfather on my fathers side(my fathers father) had just found out his prostate cancer was back. I truly believe the family didn't want to “push” anymore buttons as my grandfathers health was declining rapidly. He lost his battle in the summer of 1998. That same year my brother was slapped by his teacher (whom was a nun) and I believe the “collective pain ” from losing his father, and other stresses mounted on my father and he had a “mental break ”(One of which he has yet to come back from) He pulled us out of that school the same day. My brother was four years older than me, but only 3 grades ahead. He was in 5th, and I was in 2nd.For people who don't know, one of the biggest differences in “Private school and Catholic” is that you pay for private. In the 90s it was no small “chump change" It was about-- $1k a month for two kids. So it did not sit well when my Father found out about the few churches secrets. My mother wasnt Caltholic, so she just “went along" with it and wasnt too sad about us leaving. I had mentioned before about my fathers “mental break" , well My father blamed God for taking his father. I remember my Grandfather laying there , drained of blood and pumped full of embalming fluid. To an eight year old he didn't look human and I remember kissing...
