The Pig.

I was in an interpretive dance group with an evangelical edge.

It was Pike's Place Market in Seattle where I abandoned my religion.

The story is as follows: after speaking with one member of our group, I started talking with a wheelchaired man who needed to go somewhere, presumably to buy heroin, and I took him too it.

We traversed through a crowd of people, and I pushed him though it. On my way back I saw that a hobo held up a sign... Luke Chapter Something which really hit me. I told him that the man up the way, with the busker, all alone, bloodied and hankered, needed some Water.

"Water of the Lord"

Then I became abducted by this anxiety - I could no longer 'praise' in the same way that I had before. I at first thought that I was sick, that I had acquired some sinful way about me.

What I found out later is that it was actually an anxiety attack, and that I had realized that all my prior teachings and learning had been at major fault. To this day I am still trying to reconcile it.

I took the man to the place he wanted to go, and on my return was chastised for it. After all, I was 17 and didn't have rights to my own. Since then I have been very careful - whom I trust: those that are candid and willing to explain their root MO.

The reason why is because I was eventually ostracized by my community; I was very quickly put aside by these people because, at least I though, thinking more critically then them at the time.

Listen, there are times in everyone's lives where they have a change of heart. But, in my view, it is something to be embraced, and not to be forgone. These types of lifetime moments, you'll never forget. And don't you forget it.