When a friend of mine came to me in a time of need, I didn't show up for him. Instead I used it as an opportunity to embolden my religious righteousness and separate the man from his faith. Worst yet, I thought I was doing the right thing. A nonfiction short essay about regret. This story is contains facets of my religious upbringing and hones in on the power of righteousness. It will be told in three parts.All Rights Reserved