And how do you know I haven't? In fact, how do you know I didn't seek God?Irrelevant if you don't make the effort to obtain a bottle.
I don't remember this (though I almost just remember my grandmother) that for a time, after the first time my stepfather tried to kill me, I lived with my grandmother. But she died when I was just 4 years and 3 weeks old. My Children's Aid records at the time show that the wish I expressed most was that I could die, so I could go to heaven and be with her. (As it happens, now I even know her name -- just found out this year -- Mildred Parkhurst was her maiden name -- her married surname same as mine, so I won't mention it here.)
That wish was not granted -- although my step-father did give it another try when I was just 7. And that's when I was removed from family forever. You might imagine my disappointment.