I do not understand how I became such a religious person, or a spiritual person, or at least a person that spends much time thinking about God. Maybe it has to do with St. Patrick's Cathedral. I first ventured into the enormous, immaculate, church, when I began my job interviews, last year. I walked in and began to pray. At the time, I had nothing. I was in a deep spiral downward. My life was exploding like a stick of dynamite. I looked into the large expanse of the beautiful ceilings, and began to talk with God. For the first time in my life, I asked him to make me a better person. I prayed for sincerity, for honesty. I asked to fulfill my potential. And God answered me, at least I think that he did?
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