Continued from Part II.

For the most part, my high school years and most of my college years were godless.  I can’t say He didn’t mean anything to me because I honestly didn’t know Him.  I was never properly educated in my faith and I really didn’t have a clue who He was or why He was so important.  I did things during those years that I regret but I wouldn’t take any of them back.  I believe everything happens for a reason and I know that I am the person I have become today because of the person I was in the past. 

For six months, I dated a drug dealer in high school.  I look at my life today and that still puzzles me about my past.  He used to get high with his friends every morning before school, after school and then again a couple times during the night.  He would get random pages, leave to drop off the drugs and then come back with a bunch of money.  People were constantly coming in and out of his house to buy or smoke.  There were few moments that we were ever alone because people were constantly there to get high.  We would all be sitting around watching tv, someone would mention going for a smoke and then they all would walk to the laundry room.  A few minutes later they would all come back and watch tv again.  This would go on throughout the night.  I can honestly say I never got high with them and I remember it pissed him off that I wouldn’t.  I had no desire to try it and he wasn’t going to make me.  I liked him but I didn’t like him that much.  The funny thing is he was a very nice guy.  If you picture the stereotypical druggie he wouldn’t fit the description.  He was a clean cut, quiet guy, who was very respectful to his parents and always good to me.  But there was that drug part that put the rest of the niceness to the back burner.  I still don’t understand why I put up with the whole charade for so long.

That’s one of those weird things from my past that I don’t get.  I sometimes wonder if I had a God back then would I have been in that situation.  Only God knows but I’m glad I got out of that situation and moved on. 

After high school, the rest of my godless college years were pretty uneventful.  I was going through the motions of life.  Attending class, working, working, working, dating a guy and staying out of trouble for the most part.  Nothing too exciting.  Those years are a blur to me.  But when I look back now I don’t remember attending church at all during this time.  At least not until I was 21.

To Be Continued

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