Devon was taking a stroll in the city a few months after a brain tumour was removed. He still endured slurred speech and other complications but his soul was now content.
He had never been ill in his life but his stay in hospital shook his atheism to the core. The lonely neon nights were perfect for contemplation, and yes, fear.
"No-one laughs at God in a hospital" he remembers a fellow patient stating.
He would never mock religion again and yet before his tumour he felt immortal. Everything had changed.
He had never been ill in his life but his stay in hospital shook his atheism to the core. The lonely neon nights were perfect for contemplation, and yes, fear.
"No-one laughs at God in a hospital" he remembers a fellow patient stating.
He would never mock religion again and yet before his tumour he felt immortal. Everything had changed.
