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Yet as I thought over my past, I recalled at age 12 how bitter I had become toward God when my mother was lowered in her grave.  In my grief I could not adjust to the idea that a good God would allow the suffering of humanity to go on and on, and do nothing to end it.  I lost belief in Him and the supernatural.

I considered myself to be an atheist, having rejected all the Catholic beliefs I had ever had, and denied the existence of God.  Then unexpectedly I had a most shocking experience with the supernatural.  And little did I know that God was watching and caring for me.

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