write an incident when suffering helped you to experience god
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Answer:I'll give you two for the price of one. When I was eight or nine years old, I embarked with my classmates on a scheduled excursion to enjoy a day in Nature. The place where the buses left us was a large lawn with picnic tables and attractions for the children. I remember that there was a source with healthy properties frequented by the people of the environment. However, what attracted me the most was the dense forest that flanked the meadow and climbed up the mountain. So, moving away from the ball-shaped missiles that were already beginning to swarm through the air, I slunk down a path that went into the forest. I certainly enjoyed the beautiful adventuring by that exuberant plant and mineral kingdom that so few times had had occasion to tread until then. But the afternoon began to fall and so the hour of return approached. So I undertook a rapid descent in the course of which I lost myself. I understood that I was descending the wrong slope, and I was scared. I got so scared that I knelt down and, putting my hands together, I started praying the Lord's Prayer. I had not finished it yet when I heard footsteps approaching. I got up ipso facto and then I saw four young people appear among the trees with their backpacks, descending peacefully down the slope. They asked me if I was going to the esplanade and, in response to my affirmative answer, they told me to follow them. On the way, they asked me if I had been kneeling praying when they found me, but I felt ashamed and I denied it. We arrived at the esplanade just as my companions were starting to get on the buses. You can not imagine the relief and joy I felt! No one had noticed my absence, and when I wanted to thank my saviors, I could not find them. I remember how, from the window of the bus, I looked unsuccessfully at the contours searching them ... As far as I remember, that was the first time I felt that my belief in God was not unfounded. And since then, I have had other experiences that have confirmed me in my certainty that God exists. Now the second incident, the most important because it not only changed my life completely but allowed me to continue living: Three years ago I was diagnosed with a disease I had suffered since I was a child but which I did not know it was an illness. I simply suffered from it believing that it was part of my way of being. It's called "obsessive-compulsive disorder" (OCD for friends). When my mind is not occupied in something, it chooses to imagine terrible scenarios, that cause me panic because I believe them possible. I know that it only depends on my will. But unfortunately my will does not seem to be on my side. As a child, I imagined with terror that I was unable to walk ... and was paralyzed. If I heard about the dangers of rising blood pressure, I panicked and I myself caused a rise in tension. At school, I imagined being rejected by my classmates, and unconsciously, unable to avoid it, I managed to make myself unbearable in their eyes. Before any danger that I imagined and that I judged within my reach, I put all my effort to provoke it. I thought that I should hate myself for some mysterious reason.
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