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Brain Go BOOM!<br />
Author/Survivor: John Cooper<br />
at me and, before long, it was time for communion. M had not received her first communion yet,<br />
but I had always taken her up in front of me to have her blessed by the priest.<br />
As I walked down the aisle to receive communion, BOOM!, there were RED LIGHTS,<br />
RED LIGHTS and even more RED LIGHTS; in front of me, behind me and all to the left and<br />
right of me. M was seeing, feeling and living my pain and humiliation; what did I do to deserve<br />
theses looks? I felt like saying to anyone that looked at me the way they did, “Shame on you,<br />
shame on all you bastards.” I didn’t stop or turn around, but tried to smile and look straight<br />
forward as we continued our journey down the aisle to receive communion. As M and I walked<br />
back to our small church pew in the back of the church, more RED LIGHTS stared and gawked<br />
upon my daughter and I. I wanted to yell, “Keep my daughter out of your ugly looks and<br />
thoughts. Go to Hell!“<br />
We went to our pew and I said my final prayer while staring at Jesus on the cross. I<br />
wasn’t crying that time; I was shaking my big white helmet head back and forth in disbelief. I<br />
told M it was time to go and we left. We waited in the parking lot, on the other side of my<br />
neighbor’s minivan. I figured that it would provide a good height barrier from any additional<br />
RED LIGHTS coming out of mass. I did continue to attend church, but haven’t been back to that<br />
particular church since. Can you blame me? In time of needing support, I got RED LIGHTS<br />
and feelings of condemnation.<br />
I see things more vividly now. I pray at home every night with my daughters. We pray<br />
for everyone that is less fortunate and more fortunate than us. We even pray for those RED<br />
LIGHTS because they are less fortunate than us. I do pity those that think just because they<br />
show up on any given Sunday, put their money in those little white dated envelopes and think or<br />
try to act like they are good people, that they will automatically be granted a free pass into<br />
heaven to meet Jesus. I’m not sure, but I don’t believe it works that way. I feel sorry for them.<br />
Mind you, not everyone in that church was cruel, but there was a remarkable amount of them. In<br />
my eyes, anything more than one is unacceptable, excluding children.<br />
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