Credit goes to the movie 'The Basketball Diaries' and the book 'That Was Then, This Is Now.'
I sat on the stage in the dimly lit room, cross-legged, watching as people entered the auditorium and took a seat.
Everyone was silent, with only occasional hushed whispers to the persons next to them.
The auditorium filled with life quickly, with only a few empty chairs left.
As the lights turned off, people shifted in their seats.
I rested my head on my hands, my elbows on my knees, staring out into darkness, seeing only the silhouettes of figures.
The lights shined on me from the front of the stage, blinding me.
Although most people would be paranoid, I felt calm...relaxed, even.
I closed my eyes, breathing slowly, imagining how I would start. I was still, motionless.
Everyone stared, waiting, anticipating.
I opened my eyes, taking a gentle breath, ready to begin my story.
I fingered the silver cross dangled around my neck.
"When I was young-about eight or so-I tried making friends with God by inviting him to my house to watch the World Series." I paused for a moment. "He never showed."