My desk at work was always decorated with pieces of paper that had some uplifting quote on them. The torn edges from where they ripped out of some book, were carefully taped down. Next to them were hand written notes from friends who have always leaned on their faith reminding me to keep praying. I memorized each line. I sought them out when my heart felt heavy. I made copies of them and gave them to friends who were suffering and needed to have some healing. They were like some magic ticket to peace. I assumed that if I prayed hard enough, believed strongly and fiercely, no earth shattering harm would ever come to me or those I loved and cherished.
On July 16, 2017, I found out that they are merely words on paper