It Happened One Day

One day a man came to my house for the purpose of asking me what religion he should follow. I asked him what religion his parents were. He said they were Catholic. I asked what he liked about religion. He said he liked the emotion and the rituals. I said that the answer was easy. He should be a Catholic. I know someone who has great problems in her life. When she was young she was an oddball who couldn't quite fit in. She decided the answer to this problem was to be unique and a rebel. She spent her life building up her new character. She joked about how she was abnormal and proud of it. She did stupid things in her life and taught the stupid things to her sister. Then, surprisingly, the little sister did many of those same things because she wanted to be like her big sister. All this time the big sister taught her how to be unhappy. Yes, that's what she knew how to do. Never in her life did she try to be normal and accepted. Never once did she ask for help. In fact, I asked her if I could help her to understand life and how to be happy. Of course, her answer was: Oh, no, I think I have my life under control. This was her normal way of "dealing" with things. Part of it was her build-it-yourself religion. When her mother died, she did everything that could be done to go in the wrong direction. The saddest thing she did was to trash her mother's beliefs and go looking for something else. She is now a pagan, but not a very good one. When someone like her rebels against a religion she really doesn't understand, they will never be satisfied. Quite frankly, her mother would roll over in her grave if she could she her now. But she is tough and she doesn't need help and she will continue in the direction in which she is going - hating and insulting her own mother's beliefs and convincing herself how enlightened she is. It's strange how people would rather destroy their lives than to accept help from someone who loves them. It's too bad she never really understood her mother's religion. Then, again, she never really tried to understand her own place in her own life, either. She's just too tough to worry about such trivial things.