His name is John, and this is his biography. If you got the reference, you are OLD! I was born and grew up in South Miami, Florida. My childhood was largely idyllic, which, retrospectively, did not fully prepare me for the big bad world. After graduating, I hit the ground stumbling. A marriage that left me divorced before I reached the age of 20. No idea what I wanted to do for a living. Fast forward 45 years, and... And, here I am, still trying to figure it out. What I do know is that I like a person who "completes me". The yin to my yang, as it were. I like being comfortably in love; no drama, no surprises, no sneaky stuff. I am crazy honest; ask me something, and you will get the truth, which might not always be pretty, but, life is not always rainbows and candy canes. I fervently wish it were, though.
Now, the story about how I became an agnostic. Editor's note: It is riveting.
I am in first grade. All the children have been let out of class for awhile and are milling around the playground. The bigger kids are asking the smaller ones what religion they are. The get to me. "I don't know." I answer honestly. "What church do you go to?" a big kid asked. "We don't." I replied. They seemed confused, but they did not beat me up or belittle me, so there is that. Home, I asked my parents, "What religion are we?" "Well", my mom spoke, "Your father and I are atheists." "What does that mean?" My mom, as she often did, stated, "Look it up!". I grabbed the giant orange dictionary and began my search. At some point before I got to "Ath...", I found a word that looked similar. The word was "Agnostic". It was as if some divine presence had guided me to that which I needed to know! LoL. Right. noun a person who believes that nothing is known or can be known of the existence or nature of God or of anything beyond material phenomena; a person who claims neither faith nor disbelief in God. Yup! And if there is a God, and I stand before Him/Her/It, I can tell them in all honesty that I did not NOT believe, so, lemme in, will you?