Make Peace with God
I’d always thought that chasing, killing, and preparing myself all my life to be an assassin had put me on the sidewalk of the condemned, long before dying and getting right with God.Indeed, I don’t remember the first time I killed. I don’t remember the technique I used, nor the victim's characteristics, color, weight, or odor. By the end of the day, I recognized that all my accounts seemed the same to me: buzzing, annoying, unbearable, and intrusive beings.I also […]