Random Tales From Youth #2

Praying to God was something I did every night. I would pray about lots of things, mostly asking though. Maybe I was just an arrogant kid who didn’t know how to say “sorry”. First I would pray for my Tita Annie to get better, she had breast cancer, then I would ask if God could give me the skills or to let me finish King of Fighters 94 without continuing once, and to top it all off I’d ask the favor of blessing everyone in the entire world, just to save time because it would be too long for me to name those people that I knew, and I didn’t want to leave anyone behind. And so “Yes”, I told God, even Saddam Hussein should be blessed.