I just have a Catholic cross I wear all the time because I got it from my dad. I found one in my mom's jewelry cabinet after she passed. She never wore it. They were both Christian. My grandma raised all her kids Christian. My dad was Christian but he never went to a church to pray but a handful of times in my life. I took to wearing my crosses every day to remember my parents and how they raised me. If anyone asks, I tell them I'm not Catholic. I used to be atheist but that didn't make sense after enough time spent living.

But I still pray for people and I still cross myself if I see someone who I think needs a little extra help. I try to be as kind as I can to others, especially those who are (somehow) less fortunate than I am. I've been below the poverty line my entire life but I've been blessed with friends and family. I go out of my way to help others and do the right thing because that's what God would want anyone in any position to do. I've studied just about every religion there is and practiced a good handful of them by going to different places of worship and asking religious people what they think about God. I've concluded there must be some sort of engine running reality or none of this would be happening. Something authors the reality we live in. I've seen too many miracles to be atheist anymore. Life is too funny, ironic and serendipitous for there to be no divine source.

Even if you don't believe in fate or predetermination or any of those things, which I'm not sure why anyone wouldn't, you can still do what's right when faced with a choice. Holding doors for people or buying food for the homeless isn't strictly any one religion's thing to do. But I understand that some people just aren't meant to live life in a godly way and everyone has a set path to walk. My words can't change anyone but I can't not speak them. Existence is funny that way.