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The thought that went through
my mind, was that there had to be
some kind of a purpose for my life.
A plan that was higher than myself.
I knew it was God who still had
a purpose for me.
It wasn't normal for me to think
about God. I hadn't been occupied
by God for a long time. As a child
I had believed, but lately I wanted
nothing more to do with it.
I considered believing in God
to be both stupid and boring.
That's why it was strange that I
thought about God all of a sudden.
Nonetheless, it was this thought
that kept me from ending my life.
I put the knife away
and went back home....
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