CHAPTER 14: PRAYER

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 TRAVIS

          "Dear God," I said quietly, quiet enough that I could barely hear the words coming out of my own mouth. Then it was totally silent. I didn't know what to say next. I only used to say prayers that my father taught me, prayers from generations ago, or the kind that I would recite in church, repeating after the pastor. I'd never done it... free verse like this.

           "Dear God," I said again. "I know I don't deserve your mercy and grace. I know I don't deserve your help." I clutched my rosary. Was it right to use it in such a prayer? It seemed self-centered. "I am weak and sinful. I can't improve no matter how hard I try." 

           "Please send something or someone to help me. I don't know what to do anymore," I admitted. "Thank you." I paused, then, an afterthought, "Tell Mom I say hi. Amen."

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