Unbelievably Boring

Faith

While waiting for the bus, I met a mormon. He said he was from the Church of Jesus Christ. He was well dressed, like a car salesman. He had an accent, said he was from Italy. I am part Italian, too.

I decided to talk with him, even though I have chosen not to follow a religion. His last name was Caruso, I think. I told him my last name. He said it was very common in Italy, like Smith or Brown is here.

So, he wasn't going to be able to find my long lost relatives. But I let him speak. Not only was he dressed like a salesman, he spoke like one, too. He went on and on... I wondered what kind of training program they had for people to do this sort of thing.

He told me about the mormon religion. They do believe in the Bible, but they have another book called The Book of Mormons. I asked him if there were alot of mormons in Italy. He said there are more Catholics. That did not surprise me. I grew up attending a Roman Catholic Church.

He assured me that he was not trying to recruit me in anyway. Finally, he asked me what I though about what he said. I told him that I had friends of many different faiths... Christian, Jewish, Muslim. I don't believe any one religion is correct. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I don't want to belong to a religious group. And I'll keep my beliefs to myself.