She’s a friendly neighbor of mine, lives on the 8th floor. She had a big old smile on her face when she said, “Hello.” I said the same back.
“Do you have a few minutes?” she asked.
“For what?” I replied.
“From time to time, I like to pray with people here in the building,” she said. “I don’t believe I’ve prayed with you yet.”
“No, you haven’t,” I said.
“Do you have a few minutes?”
“No, I really don’t.”
“When can I come back and pray with you?” she said. She didn’t want to take no for an answer.
“I appreciate your spirit,” I said, “but praying with me isn’t going to happen.”
“Now it will only take a little bit and you’ll—“
“I really have to go,” I said. “You have a good day, OK?”
With that said, I closed the door. I wanted to slam it, but I closed the door.
I’m sure this has happened to you too. I think the last time it happened to me I was on a bus in Cincinnati when a woman approached me with a Bible in her hand wanting to “save me.” I got really pissed about it and even wrote a column in CityBeat about the encounter. I went online a few minutes ago looking for the column, but I can’t fine it.
I don’t know why people want to force their religious beliefs on other people. I do know that this kind of behavior will probably never go away. The rest of us normal people will just have to put up with it.
To my credit, this time around, I didn’t get all pissed off at the lady and I’m not writing a column about our exchange—just a blog post. I’ll call it progress.
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