I figure I might as well let you know, dear reader, that I am a broken character. I need to get that information across to you, reader, so you can fully comprehend my story. This, in all its glory, is how a person falls from grace.
I guess I should start at the beginning, logical I suppose. So one night my dad looked at my mom and said...no maybe that beginning isn't the best. All jokes aside my roots are quite humble. I'm the product of a good man, a hard working scientist, and a good woman, an amazing teacher. I grew up in the south of my fair country, running through river bottoms and crop fields. I went to the local schoolhouse, and was an average student, no need to go out of my way to excel in the 3 R's. I mean what good would it do? I worked many odd jobs, like assistant children's minister, delivery boy, chef, sandwich boy, the list goes on. I like to think myself a jack of all trades but the truth is I've never really applied myself to anything. If a word could be used to sum up my life it would be ordinary...well up to a certain point.
Now the certain point I'm talking about is, of course, the reason why I'm writing this...story? Memoir? I don't exactly know what to call it, but I'm writing it all the same. That certain point, the turning point, began several years ago. As I stated before my life was normal, especially where the divine was concerned. I went to worship my parents deity every 7th day, like my forefathers had. The organ gurgling its notes like the death wail of a great beast. It was all well and good. I got good treats for going and saw children be saved from their sins and I eventually fell in line to begin my service to my new Master. The change concerns this, my relationship, if it can be called that, to this God of my forefathers. I went through the years, walking, talking, and breathing my Masters will. I was a model slave. At this point I need to say, I do apologize for my choice of language, as most people would consider themselves servants not slaves of this God. I, however, feel that this more accurately describes my experience. The turning point began once I learned too much.
