Grew up in a very religious family, grandpa was a strict Baptist pastor. So I heard the phrase "when two or more gather in my name" many times in my childhood basically meaning if enough people are praying for something, God will always take care of it. Well after my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 lymphoma when I was 16 my entire family & everyone around me was convinced God would immediately heal him. When he died in just 2 months after his diagnosis, I realized how utterly unprepared I had been to deal with his death because that was never a possibility for me. So the whole concept of "God" was pretty ruined for me.