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.
3 parts