Describe a memory or encounter in which you considered your faith, religion, spirituality–or lack of–for the first time.
My mom gave me a book of prayers , she checked off two she said was very helpful when I was in any kind of danger. I memorized both of them and felt confident these two would protect me.
I once told my uncle about them, he smiled and said, “here is another one, this one is short and will come in handy when you are nervous and forget the long ones.”
I am equipped with my three prayers to help me when I need them.
Once I was traveling to Dhaka (Bangladesh) in the middle of the night by train, there were other passengers, I was traveling alone, suddenly I saw a weird looking man showing his face on the window, I was so terrified I started saying the three prayers one at a time, when the train stopped at a station, he was told to get off from the train by the conductor. I was relieved I wouldn’t have to see his face again.