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Faith has always been my saving grace The reason for everything that didn't and couldn't make sense My ultimate motivation that transcended what others would have told me wasn't worth it. Faith brought my family from Douala, Cameroon to Portsmouth, Virginia An assurance that the loving God who provided for you in intelligence, in success, in luck Would provide for you even in this new, challenging place, with much fruit to be harvested. I always would run towards that fruit. The fruit my parents put in front of me from the moment I could add. Seeking success, accomplishment, but most importantly, being able to seek while still being a "good" person. After the lectures, I defined it for myself: Just because I have to succeed doesn't mean I have to trample others on the way It doesn't even mean that I will not need to ask for help. I had the faith that I was capable, and because of this capability, and because of this faith, I did. I pursued...

The worst part about believing what I believe is that I can't pretend not to.  Religion is one thing, but faith... that's completely different. It's definitely gutsier. A lot of people get like respect for standing for their religion and being civil about it. But I mean, there's nothing to that. Anyone could decide to call themselves Christian, love/tolerate everyone they meet, go to church frequently and give alms to the poor. But the faith that's at the core of it all; the truth and the commitment. That's the scary part. I think that all members in the religion are looking for this thing, a lot without even knowing it. Some know it from day one (of being saved) and can spend their whole lives rejoicing over a discovery that others couldn't begin to comprehend. But for the rest of us, this truth, and the NECESSITY of committing to it is something that, after long hard lives of struggling and thinking we were doing good enough and sacrificing....it...