As a child I grew up in a family that attended church every Sunday. I was involved in bible studies, youth retreats, and prayer groups. I always thought God was on my side. I took my faith for granted. When I entered high school, I started to distance myself from my faith.

Then it happened. My best friend, Brooke, was involved in a lethal automobile accident. Brooke skipped school an awful lot. One day, while skipping school, she was leaving a

First we headed to pick up Adam, who was in front of Brooke when the accident happened. The only way to Adam’s house goes right by where the wreck happened. My body began to shake as I saw the skid marks and the tree. I started to lose control but then I remembered I had no choice, but to be strong. When we arrived at the hospital, teenagers from the surrounding counties were scattered outside. Brooke was expected to make it another hour.

I remember thinking, look at all these people here for Brooke, and feeling somewhat comforted. Later my feeling turned sour. Brooke made it through the night, but it was almost like all the people were worried about was new gossip to talk about. Not only did I let my faith slip, but also I began to hate people. It took a year after Brooke’s wreck before I start

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