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I was four years old I walked out of my house holding my granddad’s hand. As we walked down the path, I looked back and saw in my bedroom window Jesus smiling at us. I said to granddad “Look! Jesus in the window!” Granddad yanked my arm, pulled me into his car, and told me not to be so stupid. My family used to drag me to church every Sunday. I didn’t like seeing Jesus hanging on the cross with nails in his hands, and being told he died for my sins. That didn’t make sense to me even at an early age. I left traditional religion as soon as I could escape, and turned to a different god, the god of materialism. I went into advertising, and was given a job in the creative department of a big advertising agency on Madison Avenue, and flourished in this insane world. Years later I owned an advertising agency with an alcoholic creative partner. He was going to AA meetings and was seeing a 12 step therapist to try to heal his addiction. One day my creative partner gave me a book called ‘The Road Less Traveled’ by Scott Peck, and I had another gentle nudge. https://www.pathwaysoflight.org/index.php/Miracles_News/full_article/8725