My faith began when I was 16 months old. It was at a small church where I became initiated into the Catholic Church. When I was 16 months old I was baptized like my brother before me. And like my brother I was now a new member into the faith. As the holy oil came down on my forehead, the Holy Spirit entered my body and filled me with the god's love. I of course can not speak of these events as if I knew what was happening. But it wouldn't be until about the first grade when I realized what faith, religion, and spirituality was and is all about. I found it odd and strange for that I was baptized without my consent. I was delivered to this religion without even knowing what I was getting into. I was only 16months old and I couldn't even speak for myself. And it wouldn't be until first grade when I realized that my parents made the decision for me. I thought about it for a while on how it didn't seem right that I had no say in what faith I wanted to belong to. I thought that it wasn't fair that I didn't receive the chance to decide if this was the path that I wanted to take. I felt as if I was being forced into it, even brainwashed.
             Then came second grade. As a class we spent most of the year talking and learning about the sacraments. Most of my classmates had been baptized already and now it was time to take another sacrament and to further engage us into the Catholic Church. Along came the month of May in the year 1996. It was the last full month before school was out in June and there was yet a major event that was yet to come. And that event was the sacrament of the Eucharist. I remember my little suit I had and my mom taking all the pictures. Inside I felt that this was something that I had to do. I felt that there was no way out of this. It seemed as if it was one of those things that everyone did. So I went on went through the rehearsal, did my reconciliation before the service to cleanse my soul. Th...