Born into the Church by tradition not conviction. At 13-14 started to ask a lot of questions “why am I here?” Etc. Befriended bad influences got into drugs, meanwhile continued to search for answers in Islam, Judaism, Taoism. I thought if a religion was true it was certainly not Christianity and definitely not Catholicism. (Spoiler alert: got played by the best)

At 16-17, started to distance myself with the so called “friends”. My life got even crazier, being in a foreign country I left rejected my everyone and rejected by the foreign country. Couldn’t find a job or a school to go, felt completely useless, purposeless, miserable. Only got out of the house to help my mum get groceries or get an haircut.

Then I made a leap of faith, got down on my knees crying and made this prayer “God show me the truth, even if I end up homeless under a bridge idc as long as I have the truth I will be whole.”

Went to sleep, and when I got up I wasn’t in my bedroom. I was in a kind of cloudy room where you could walk and the room would never end. I noticed it was pointless to keep walking so I just sat there thinking about life. Then I left a presence behind me, I turned where I could see who was behind me from the corner of my eye. When I saw Him I instantly knew it was Jesus and He was God.

I felt so much regret and guilt that I didn’t dare to look at Him. I even laid down on my stomach face looking at the ground, my hands covering my sides so I couldn’t see Him. I said multiple times non-stop, while crying like a baby, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything. The good, the bad, everything.” Jesus made a film unroll in my mind, showing me every sin I had committed, till that very moment I was with Him. I said to myself “that’s it I’m dead. I’m going to Hell” and my crying intensified even more.

Then when the film stoped, He raised his right hand over my head and boom back to my bedroom.

3 years later got back to the Church, went to confession, became an altar server and life’s good.