I suppose I was lucky in that my parents really didn't push religion or religious belief on me. I was made to do the Catholic stuff, cause that's what dad's parents thought was right, and I suspect he did too when he was younger. Once he found the religion of GOLF, the religion of god fell by the wayside. Sunday mornings were men only at the country club and apparently a whole lot more fun than being at mass. A few years before he died, he told me he didn't believe any of that crap he had been raised to believe. That was the deepest religious discussion we ever had.
Mom was very young when she had me and had been raised Methodist and then thrown into a sea of Catholics she soon began to detest.
I had to play the game but that was it. I was out of it before I realized it.
Mom was very young when she had me and had been raised Methodist and then thrown into a sea of Catholics she soon began to detest.
I had to play the game but that was it. I was out of it before I realized it.
“If you are the smartest person in the room, then you are in the wrong room.” — Confucius