“Then someone in a doorway caught my eye. She was a girl of about 15, pregnant and holding a child. Her feet were bare, her T-shirt dirty and torn. She looked straight into my eyes, and we instantly knew each other. There was no condemnation in her gaze, although I felt overdressed in my normal clothes. But her eyes held me and said, unmistakably, Remember me.” * taken from Catholic News attached. —this is religion; this is why I worship each Sunday, even when I don’t want to. Because the overall good it creates outweighs every bad and gives me hope for a better future.
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