I never found my “purpose” in life. I’m sure I’m not alone in that.
My earliest memory is sitting in a pew in church in the middle of nowhere Alabama listening to a sermon about how people go to Hell. I didn’t want to go to Hell. It sounded bad to go to Hell, and fairly permanent. That night I ended up in a fit of tears worried that I would soon die …
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