Losing Faith

What does it mean to lose faith? I have always believed that doubt is a part of faith. Otherwise, it would be fact, and faith by its definition is a belief beyond facts or, to some, without facts. So doubts have rarely made me uncomfortable. I see them as how we maintain and grow stronger in our faith.

But then how does one lose faith? One way is when faith becomes fact. When a person’s faith is so rigid that instead of seeing and hearing God in the people around us — finding the sinners and the saints and loving them both — a person only sees words and doctrine. The fundamentalists of all religions make this mistake, but sometimes, it is also a friend or neighbor. They take their faith lenses and turn the world black and white instead of love and love.

But others lose faith as well. They become indifferent or angry. And they can’t seem to move past thought it. Perhaps it is when one’s doubt becomes so much larger than one’s faith that there is no desire to grow in understanding. No willingness to talk to God and others.

I have lived my faith for nearly ten years. I work hard to put my faith first in my friendships, marriage, parenting and my interactions with strangers. I pray daily. I trust that God’s will is better than my ideas. I know that my faith has given me more hope and joy than I ever had without it. And my faith has allowed me to accept my burdens and struggles with an ease that I never had before actively believing in God. And while I understand that not everyone needs the dailiness of faith that I do, I no longer begrudge them of it. I like having faith.

Of course, my conception of God and faith has changed over time. There came a point that I could not stomach the idea of “God doesn’t give us more than we can handle.” I kept thinking: Does he just think “oops” when a person commits suicide? I began to believed that life is life and God is God.

Life is what it is with cancer and hurricanes and addiction and death. And the miracle of God is that he can take these terrible moments and create kindness and beauty in them and out of them. The person dying of cancer whose life encourages another person to become an oncologist. The hurricane that destroys a city but reveals the love and generosity of our neighbors. The addiction that drives a person to find faith and community and in turn, helps the next addict to recover and reunite with his family. The death of one person allowing another to take stop taking life for granted. Or encouraging the country to enact new laws. Or sparks entire movements. These do not fix the hurt and horror, but good amongst difficulty is a miracle.

That is my God. Until I’ve had to watch my children adjust to this “new normal” we are experiencing. I have no control over the challenges. I cannot shelter them or protect them. I did not cause it, but because of that, I cannot change it. Even though I had already thought that I’d been through enough in my life, I would take a thousand more burdens to protect my children.

I can’t help but wonder if all my works and faiths and love and steadfastness have meant nothing. That the stories of “a life lived closer to God is an easier life” are lies told by lucky people, not faithful people. If the best God can give me is the strength to endure, He seems insignificant and unhelpful. What a tiny God to believe in.

But the alternative is a powerful God who controls all of it. All of the troubles and turmoils and pain are doled out. The hurricanes and cancers planned. But a God who would chose my children, or for that matter, anyone’s children, is not a God that I can love and trust. How can I believe in something which has no mercy?

Some people will say that we are not meant to understand God’s plans. Well, God is welcomed to have plans that I don’t understand. But how dare He drag my children into it. How dare He not give me ten more years of protecting them.

I’m angry and sad and confused.

Because if God is all-powerful, then he could have prevented this — taken it away. He could have decided that my family has had enough.

And if He is merely there to give my four-year-old and two-year-old the strength to endure, I hope that He feels the shame of his inadequacy.

I still believe in God, but sometimes I wish that I didn’t. Because then life could be meaningless. I would shrug at the cards I was dealt, the lot my children were given, and think: So be it.

Or perhaps I could view faith as fact. I could berate myself for not being faithful enough. Except anyone with an easy life, who believes that they earned it, is more than welcomed to enter into a faith-off with me. I don’t doubt that I have been who God wants me to be all these years.

So I am left to feel failed by the only constant in my life over the last ten years. I am left to my tears and rages and heartache.

I have only doubted like this once before. But my faith survived. In fact, it thrived. Eventually.

So I do what I did then: I keep questioning, crying, yelling, talking, doing and finding my way through.

I may even come to trust God again.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

30 thoughts to “Losing Faith”

  1. It’s hard to keep that faith when things are easy. It’s almost impossible when things are hard.

    I don’t know the details of your situation, so what I’m about to say may seem trivial. I’m sorry if it comes across that way…

    For a long time I was rock solid in my belief and faith. Most of my life actually. Then a couple of years ago, my life was kind of turned upside down. My husband lost his job, I had a miscarriage and my parents ended their 32 year marriage…all in the span of 4 weeks. I just lost it. I didn’t understand how any God could allow all this to happen to one person. All at once, all these bad horrible things. I was stressed and depressed and so angry. Mostly angry – with everyone and everything. It made me hallow.

    I tried going to church. To see if that could fill me up. But it didn’t work. I stopped going and eventually, I stopped praying and came very close to not believing. To completely loosing all faith – not just in God…in society, in my family, in my friends.

    I’m working my way back now. I don’t think I’ll ever be where I once was. But that’s okay. Before I was blind. I didn’t question.

    Now, I question. Sometimes the answers lead me to other questions and sometimes they strengthen me.

    No advice in this comment, just hoping to provide some comfort. Praying for you and your family and all turns out well.

  2. I’m so sorry for what you are going through. I work with kids and have had three pass away within the last two years. It wasn’t something I anticipated switching from treating the elderly where it was not out of the ordinary. One patient knew the end was at hand and her parents did everything they could to make her last days special. I can’t imagine having to lose a child, but her parents tried their best to savor the life she had, love that they were blessed to be her parents and touched by her joy even if it was for a short time. I’m sure behind closed doors they had the same thoughts, doubts, anger and sadness. Publicly they were amazing in their strength. They put their energy into a foundation in her honor after she passed. I’ve also heard the cliche that God is selfish and wanted the person to be with Him in heaven but that’s not helpful either. Don’t know what else to say other then you and your family will be in my thoughts and prayers.

  3. After this post, I’m left with not knowing what to say. I don’t have the same sense of faith as you do, but I do believe that if you can find the silver lining, no matter how thin, it’s easier to get through. Focus on what you can control, and let go of what you can’t control. And lean on your friends and family. If it hadn’t been for those people closest to me, I don’t know how I would’ve dealt with it all. Know that those of us in the bloggy world, even though we may not know you personally, are thinking positive thoughts and sending love-filled energy your way.

  4. Oh hon. *hugs*

    I’m not the best person to ask. My faith was pretty much destroyed for the first reason you listed.

    I don’t think life is meaningless. Far from it. But, sometimes, the only way for me to get through life is by saying, “so be it”. I can’t ask “why” when there is no answer and there are some things I just can’t change. So be it.

    I’m a good person, and, I believe, when I look at my life as a whole rather than the individual parts, it’s a good life. It may have a few scars, a couple zits and even a missing finger or toe, but overall, it’s still beautiful because it’s mine.

    I understand your need to protect your children. Do I ever! But, think of it this way…

    Life has disappointment, sadness, illness, anger. It’s not our jobs as parents to shield them from the bad, but to teach them to cope, to grow stronger, to thrive, to survive, to still find joy.

    Because one day, we won’t be here to protect them. But if we do our job right, we’ll have raised strong, compassionate humans.

    It’s the hardest part of being a parent. It rips my heart and tears at my soul. Maybe that’s just another part of the sacrifice of being a mother.

  5. I saw a movie called then she found me (I think), and in it there is a story about trust and god. (I may only get it partly right, its been about three years) A man is teaching his son to be brave, by encouraging him to jump from a step into his arms. He keeps telling the boy to go higher. And when he finally is very high, the father doesn’t catch his son. And this is what god is like… It shook me, in a moment of personal pain. I like to think of a god with plans and a compassionate god. I like to believe that god wouldn’t point a finger at someone with the curse of disease or tragedy. It’s easier to think my actions cause my life. But I know that is only partly true. My actions and thoughts count, but the is something else. Sometimes it’s too hard to think of that as god. My faith is complex, it is not my easy safe place. And yet, I believe in something greater. It’s just not always nice.

    I’m sorry for what you are going through. Even in generalities it sounds terribly difficult. I’m sending you and your family love, lots of love.

  6. Alex, I am so sorry you are going through a horrible crisis…I lost my faith years ago when my best friend lost her son….there was no getting past it for me……but it does make it easier for me in some respects..I hope that you can find peace.

  7. My heart hurts to read this. It’s not because you are struggling – God can handle your struggles and doubts (Jonah 4) – but it’s because you are hurting in your relationship with God.

    I don’t want to be like Job’s friends and tell you that what you’re going through is because of this or that, or if you only changed this or that … Job had to pray for them so that God would show them mercy in all their foolishness.

    All I know is that Romans 10 says that faith comes from hearing the Word. It’s consistently reading the Bible that keeps me faithful. If I’m left to my own devices and rely on having faith through prayer (which is important, but is really me expressing something and not always me learning or listening to what kind of person God is) or through loyalty (I’m very loyal and will never leave God, but I can be loyal without joy and what kind of faith is that?) or through my wisdom and what I think is just and true (well, the wisdom of man is foolishness to God) … all I can say is that my faith is healed and fortified when I read the Bible.

    It doesn’t even matter if we agree or don’t agree on every point the Bible makes. Philippians 3 says that if we think differently on these things that God too will make that clear, but we need to live up to what we have already attained.

    And that’s love – like you said.

    Forgive me for preaching a sermon here and I hope I’m not annoying you with my (rather strong) point of view. But I believe it when the Bible says that faith comes from hearing the Word because without it I whittle down to a moral person at best.

  8. My faith tells me that whatever is happening {to you, to me, to anyone} there is a reason. You might never know that reason. When my mom was 31, she was hit by a tractor trailor, in a coma for over 3 months, and in the hospital for 2 years recovering. I was the same age as E, my sister was N age, and my baby sister was 9 months old. It took me 25 years to come to terms with what happened to our family, but I see now that there was a force bigger than any of us at work. Was it a tragedy? Maybe. But we all came out stronger. Kids are resilant that way. Lots of love and always here for you guys. xoxo

  9. There is no promise that faith brings an easier, spotless, clean bill of health life. It doesn’t make sense why that is so. And while we do submit that He is in control of all, we as humans make our own choices. We often forget about the fact that we do a lot of the deciding in our world. And choices we make, choices others make, choices from ancestors long ago – impact our lives in ways we could never imagine. The courage of Martin Luther King, Jr will continue to change the lives of many for years to come. The drunk who got behind the wheel changes the lives of those who loved the dead or injured. The pesticides and chemicals we pumped (and still pump) into our water, air, and earth cause illness and disease in living creatures for who knows how long. God can only protect us from ourselves but so much – He gave us free will after all. But He also gives us grace, and His love, and His kingdom. Keep yelling, keep crying, but keep praying, and keep loving. He will pull you closer. I wish I could say you will get the answer you are looking for, but it doesn’t always work that way. Just remember your 6th paragraph about what life is. Kindness, goodness, strength – it comes from the worst. Maybe in you, maybe in your family, maybe in your kids, maybe in a stranger. And if you don’t feel like praying – there’s plenty of us out there doing it for you.

  10. Again, I’m so sorry that you are going through such a terrible time. I do, however, know that our God will make this situation beautiful. Ecclesiastes 3 tells us that under the heavens, that there is a time for everything – weeping, laughing, life, death, mourning, dancing, etc etc etc – and God will make all situations beautiful in His time.

    When you said that you’ve heard that “a life lived closer to God is an easier life”, I thought that absolutely is a lie. God never promises us an easy life. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. John 16:33 and Acts 14:22 are just two examples (there are many more but I’m so bad with scripture referencing!) of Jesus saying to his believers that they will have times of trouble but that He will give them peace.

    I don’t know why we go through bad things. I have to believe that because the world is sinful, bad things happen. When I had my miscarriage, I couldn’t stand when people would say that it was in God’s will. How could that be? My God doesn’t will hurt on His children! I don’t think those things have anything to do with God. I believe it is just part of this tragically beautiful free world.

    I do, however, know that He can bring you through any situation if you trust in Him. Take this time to cry, scream, be bad at Him, question Him, and above all seek Him. He is big enough to take all of that. There isn’t a character in the Bible that didn’t question Him. It doesn’t mean that you’ve lost faith. Just keep talking to Him (even if it’s in anger – crying and screaming). And, He’s angry right along with you. He’s hurting because you’re hurting. He’s feeling all the same things you’re feeling about the situation.

    He wants to bring you through it and He will. It may not be tomorrow, or next week, or next month…but what He will give you peace. THAT is no lie! 🙂

    Praying for you and your family!

  11. I am so sorry for your intense struggle–not only with faith and God, but with Life and what its dealt.

    When Iris was in the hospital and we were told bad news after bad news after bad news, my spirit felt…beaten. I have never felt so pummelled and angry and wronged. And especially angry at God. Angry that He would let an innocent soul suffer so in addition to giving T and I such a heavy load. It felt uncomfortable and foreign to have my faith accompanied by such anger and yet there it was.

    While the anger has dissipated, the “Why?” has not.

    I am praying for you.

  12. I am always amazed at hot differently people deal with faith in times of trouble. Some people’s faith grows and others lose faith. I think that faith grows when you can see the “good” that grows out of the bad moments in life. That is when having support (whether it is family, friends, or a church or group) around you plays its part. It is that support and looking around at the people who want to be there for you that can help you keep the faith in some cases. For me, my faith is often restored when I see people coming together and helping one another. I lost a little faith when my friend’s friend lost her daughter to cancer, but gained a little when I saw the strength they had when they faced it. Now another mom I know is dealing with cancer with their 5 year old, and a little faith is lost. Although, I am slowly gaining it back as I see the community come together to support them.
    When bad things were happening around me this year, it was hard not to take my daughter’s lead and just stomp and yell “It’s not fair.” Somehow, I restrained myself and tried to find that silver lining.
    Know that we are around and can be there for you for whatever you need. I hope that good things will start coming your way.

  13. I was born and raised in the Church. But the more I lived my life the more I’ve come to understand that everything I’ve been told about god and everything I’ve seen and experience just does not add up. I’m not talking about 1+1 = 3. I’m talking 1+1=purple. It just does not make sense.

    The question of “why?” is too powerful for me to ignore. Supposedly god is all powerful. So why does he allow a tsunami to wipe out 250,000 people? Why does he allow children in Africa to die by the thousands for want of food? Why does he allow his servants who have toiled for years for him suffer debilitating painful diseases? Why does he allow my daughter to be afflicted with autism?

    Three things are supposedly true:

    God is all powerful.
    God is all good.
    Terrible things happen.

    Frederick Buechner said you match two of the propositions, but never all three. If God is all powerful and all good, he wouldn’t allow terrible things to happen. If God is all power and terrible things happen, he must not be all good because he’s allowing the terrible things to happen even though he can stop them. If God is all good and terrible things still happen, he must be impotent to stop them.

    The Christian God doesn’t make any sense to me. I’ve stopped trying to make the square peg fit into the round hole.

    “Ratias tibi ago, domine. Haec credam a deo pio, a deo justo, a deo scito Cruciatus in crucem! Tuus in terra servus, nuntius fui; officium perfeci. Cruciatus in crucem — eas in crucem.” – Josiah Bartlet – The West Wing “Two Cathedrals”

  14. Oh, Alex. I am here if you need someone to talk to. I am so sorry you are still going through a rough time. I have a very strong faith in God, but it definitely waxes and wanes. You wouldn’t be human if it didn’t. I will continue to pray for you and your family. xoxo

    1. Hey girl! I’m so sorry you are having to deal with whatever is going on. I’m sorry your family is hurting. And I’m sorry you are unsure of God. I definitely don’t have all the answers. I can’t wait for the day when I can ask Him these kinds of questions in person.

      For what it’s worth, I believe that God is all good. He does not give us trials and tribulations. But though he doesn’t CAUSE bad things to happen, he does ALLOW them to happen as part of the whole free will trade-off. It’s hard to believe that in a crisis – if He’s omnipotent, why wouldn’t he protect all children? I don’t understand it.

      I believe that His heart breaks when ours does. And I do think sometimes there is a bigger plan that sometimes we end up being able to see and sometimes we can’t. And I think it’s annoying when people say it’s just part of His plan and that’s supposed to be reassuring.

      I don’t know if you’ve read The Shack. It’s about a man who struggles with his faith after his child dies. It kind of turns traditional theology upside down, but drives home some important points.

      Anyway, just some rambling. Email me to rage or cry or complain any time. I’ll be praying for you.

  15. alex, thinking of you and praying for you and your family. nothing can separate you from the love of Christ, even you…i cling to that thought when times are tough, because i know God still loves me and has a plan for me even when i’m mad at Him, or lacking in faith or doubting, etc. and God DOES give us more than we can handle, but it’s not more than He can handle. So he’s carrying you through, even when it doesn’t feel like it…hindsight is definitely 20/20 when looking back and seeing where things didn’t work out like we planned or thought, but you can see where God protected you, or had something better. i know that a lot of words may not even help right now, i’ve been in that place too…so i’ll just be praying that God will carry you, and you’ll feel some peace and one day wake up and realize you are on the other side of whatever it is you are dealing with. praying…

  16. My pastor did a sermon on this once where he said that the reason God doesn’t stop bad things is because He allows free will. If He stopped men from murdering, lying, destroying the climate, or even if He altered nature, He would be taking away free will and a truly good God would not remove free will. I am no scholar or philosopher, but that made a lot of sense to me.

    1. Very thoughtful piece. One of your best ones too I might add. All that to say. I have no answers. I know that sometimes we are allowed to deal with certain things to grow closer to God. I think you rebutted that though saying it was fine for you to deal with it but not your kids. We have friends who have a little girl that has a list of health problems and their faith in Christ astounds me. Their sweet girl has had surgery after surgery, medicine after medicine, test after test dealing with Downs and many complications with it. They have three kids and just found out they were pregnant again (not planned) when the husband lost his job. Over and over Robby and I are amazed at their growing faith in Christ. They view it as, if we don’t have this faith, then we truly have nothing. And knowing God will provide every time for them: money, a new job, a doctor that gets it right, a new day. Once she even said, “Many people say ‘Why me?’. Well, why NOT us? At least we have faith in a God that will get us through.” We are constantly astounded. Again, I have no answers. It’s the proverbial question of why some are so amazingly blessed and others struggle and struggle to no fault of their own. Why the strung out crack addict gets pregnant easily and repeatedly while the homemaking wife is barren and longs for a child but is denied repeatedly. I have no answers.

  17. Hi Alex,

    Know just what you mean, felt that way a number of times. Angry at God for creating a world of polar opposites, so much suffering. What was God thinking? Sounds hollow but hang in there, this will pass. There’s just no fully understanding everything in this mysterious world we think we own and know so well. When I’ve felt that way I go do something for someone else. You have to find your own way, but many feel, have felt, and will feel what you’re feeling – you are not alone! I think these crises of faith are necessary to strengthen your spirit, though it’s hard to see that during the storm.

  18. This was beautiful and profound, Alex. I can definitely relate. I have been on both sides of the faith journey as a result of loss. It has both strengthened me and caused me to question my faith in different ways. What I find interesting is that my relationship with God has not changed. What seems to have changed is my relationship with religion and with those who use religion as a comfort or means of coping. The faith community can be an important part of the grief experience but sometimes it can be more frustrating as well. I cringe at statements like “if you pray hard enough ‘x’ will happen” or “this (good outcome) came about because we had faith and God heard our plea”. What does that mean to those of us for whom the desired outcome didn’t occur? Did my daughter die because I didn’t pray hard enough? Because I didn’t have enough faith? I refuse to follow that line of logic. I do know that perspective is much easier the further we get from the moment of tragedy. There are ways to see that a tragic moment can create a new path that eventually brings light to a horrible situation. In the end, I am grateful for GRACE and I pray for PEACE. Sometimes that is the best I can expect. Thank you for serving as my church this morning.

  19. Oh my dearest Alex,

    I cried as I read this post! I totally understand what you are saying and I too have had my faith shaken to it’s core!

    Life has dealt me many blows and i was faithful and worked through them but a nine years ago my Grandfather, Mother-in-law, and my Father all died within 5 weeks. I had a 9 month old dayght, a 2 year old son and a an 11 year old son that were DEVESTATED , as were the rest of my family! All unexpected deaths no warning with any of them going on to heaven. I clung to the Bible and i read it cover to cover to find answers or solutions to apply my simple understandings to give to my hurting family. Finally, at my wits end, I cried out to the LORD and released everything that was in my heart! I released ALL of it the good, bad, ugly, fears, expectations, disappointments, burdens, anger, hate, pridefullness, and doubts! Psalms 73:21-26 really helped me. I had to acknowledge what I was feeling to GOD in order to be healed — granted he knew what was in my heart but my feelings had become a toxic soup that was killing me. It wasn’t until I broke down and released it that I was able to to heal myself and restore my faith!

    Every journey is different Alex because we walk individually in our relationships with GOD. Just know that you are not alone, you are loved and where you are in your walk with GOD right now is just fine and it is a part of your restoration process. Thank you for sharing this piece with us.

    Blessings, love and light,
    Sammie

  20. heyyyyyy

    I don’t have thee answers. I have new pimples every morning though and I’m mid thirties. I blame pollution, not god.

    I don’t know what you’re going through but it is very valid. It is real. And it is important to you and your followers because they care about you and your family.

    Sounds like it’s pretty sucky too.

    Before this all began to happen, you made hilarious entries that would make me guffaw outloud. It was embarrassing. I’m a lady, I’m not supposed to guffaw!! A lady with some pimples! woohoo. I’m totally masking my other dilemmas but they are just as trivial as the couple I’ve mentioned when a person I’ve grown to care about is struggling.

    I miss your happiness and silliness. Perhaps I am being selfish but I am trying to be supportive. I really do hope you find some relief soon.

    How about this lame epiphany. if there weren’t tragedies how could there be miracles?

    I’m going to shut up now. I hope there is a good spa in your town, it sounds like you could use some pampering.

    xo

  21. [ sending authentic, heartfelt, non-cheesy, virtual hugs to you this minute ]
    I don’t know the details of the new normal in your life,
    but i do know the following:

    – your two kids are blessed with amazing, loving parents, so they already have a head start tackling whatever challenges might be ahead. they may not have a clear sense of God’s love, but they have a clear sense of YOUR love, which they experience every day in all the ways you care for them. Love is their normal, whatever else is spinning and changing around them (and man, I can think of a lot of families without that firm foundation…)

    – being a person of faith does NOT mandate a life without sadness, anger or confusion… those are all emotions tied to caring and loving! for me, faith means knowing that those are not hopeless emotions.

    – a relationship with God is a RELATIONSHIP. evolving, changing, growing, questioning, with all the highs and lows of any relationship… and did i mention changes? for me, it’s hard to imagine a stagnant faith being an authentic faith when we are growing, changing individuals with a lifetime of challenging experiences.

    – God’s presence comes to life in everyday people… don’t forget that you have a whole lot of (virtual and IRL) people who are here for support. You’re not alone on your journey, and you have helping hands and hearts here for you in all kinds of ways – just say the word, girl, we’ve got your back : )

    peace, momma.

  22. I’m a new reader and fellow Yankee raising kids in the South. Thank you for sharing such personal struggles of life and faith. (I enjoy the hilarious stories and witticisms as well!)

    I am so sorry your family is going through this painful “new normal”. Apologies if inconsequential cliches abound; I really do mean to commiserate. I know how you feel, that God is inadequate or unkind for allowing something painful into your life. There’s the intellectual knowledge that, somehow there is a greater plan, somehow it can be redeemed, but in light of our own family, it is nearly impossible. But God does take our pain very personally because he is a God who has suffered himself as a friend, person, and father. And he’s experienced the ultimate suffering, not because he was powerless to stop it, but to give us ultimate Hope and restoration. In dark times, cling to Christ — who doesn’t merely provide strength to endure, or an insurance policy for that matter — but hope, courage, faith, truth, and everything else.

    Praying for comfort and hope for your family.

  23. Most of what I wanted to say has been said so I´ll just add that prayer helps -and this is coming from an Atheist. We don’t pray to change things; we pray to change ourselves. If there is even a remote chance I can help, don’t hesitate. I am blood type o positive with all organs intact and willing to donate, bilingual, smart, well connected in politics and media (just Colombian, but you never know) and well versed in cooking for diabetics, handling bipolar and depressive people, expert one-hand diaper changer (I have two hands but the other one is usually holding something to distract the baby) and sing pretty well. I am also a great cook, an ok financial consultant and expert in arts, movie and tv trivia and Latin culture. I am also awfully silly, very sarcastic, quite a good listener and reader, very open-minded and completely nonjudgmental. Trust me, I’m Colombian…I’ve probably heard it before.
    So in case any of the above can help, tweet, skype, email, blog-comment or just focus really hard on me trying to come up with creative ways to help you and maybe that will make you laugh.

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