Blind Faith

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short/true story of how a single experience at a young age can change everything.

Submitted: June 18, 2019

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Blind Faith


 

 Faith is amazing, the idea of community and belief is amazing! Let’s go to church.

Let’s not judge, let’s love each other.Let’s admit that we can’t fix each other because that’s the truth and it hurts much more than it helps. I was born Irish Catholic. That’s Catholic to the tenth power. I was also born with a disability, Cerebral Palsy to be specific.  No problem all part of God’s plan as long as you have faith, and that was the problem….

I wanted to  be better than that. I became an Altar Boy, mostly because there was money in it as weddings and funerals always involved tips. A few bucks here and there who am I to say? The 9 am mass was the best because you got outta school for a few hours. When I was 12 I started to question my faith. Thank God my staunchly religious,right wing Aunt came along. Where would I be without you Aunt Peg? She had a picture of Jesus along side pictures of the Pope and JFK in her living room. I never understood that but whatever the Fuck ever! I was a little kid.

The Holy Irish Trinity aside, in my family I was an anomaly, I was special and I always hated that word, but I guess it applied. We went to church and I rather liked the idea of faith and community until… my aunt asked if she could take me to mass. A “Special Mass, A Healing Mass.” You gotta understand that my Mom is a tough lady but not one to make waves. She asked me and I said yes because as I had already mentioned I kind of had faith and if that guy can heal me… I’m in!

We go to this church, not mine but they’re all the same.. Sacred Bleeding Heart of something or other, whatever. I stand in line with the cancer patients and cripples, I’m like Tiny Tim with my slight limp and stupid news boy hat. I get up to the front of the line and see Father Whoever the Fuck and he lays his hands on me, Not a Bon Jovi reference. He then proclaims, “You Can Not be healed my Son! Your Faith isn't strong enough!” What?????? Are You Serious??????? I’m a kid I have the most pure faith that there is!

Fast forward to my 40’s I’m happier than I deserve to be and I’ve enjoyed all my corruption and destruction, I’ve found virtue in my vices, and as for worship and faith? I worship Keith Richards and he is immortal! My faith is in my family, my friends and anyone else who dares to love me.

 


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