Survey: How do you feel when you read this?
Sunday was an enervating day for me. I was obliged to join my new friends at the church and receive communion from Father Ashton. I was filled with feelings of remorse and regret, as I only pretended to share an interest in their religious beliefs to eventually get employed as a teacher. I found this action of mine too repulsive, but I was a destitute being who had not even yet passed boyhood and I had no choice, but to accept the missionary's invitation to his church. If fidelity to religious convictions was not a sign of trustworthiness, I would have never come to this point as to hide my true intentions and try to behave like those around me.