I had my first brush with God today! For english, we were sharing satire papers that we wrote over the break in class. Unfortunatly I converted after I wrote my paper and I was too lazy to change it. It mocked christianity to say the least. When It came my turn, I stood, went to the podium and started reading. About a third of the way through, my muscles began to shake, particulary in my legs, but I being my stubborn self gripped the podium and continued reading. The shaking grew worse, I really had to fight to keep reading....
Next thing I knew, I was in the nurses room staring at the cieling, turns out I passed out while reading. Any thoughts on this?
Next thing I knew, I was in the nurses room staring at the cieling, turns out I passed out while reading. Any thoughts on this?