May 4, 2014. The day I converted to Catholicism. There for I am Catholic. I am against killing. I am peaceful. Just so you all know being peaceful is very hard. People are so used to the violence that happens as a result of bullying but that is not always going to be the case. Wrath is one of the most powerful of the 7 deadly sins. Bullying is a form of wrath. Revenge is also a form. What those men in the April 1999 Columbine Disaster did was revenge and unfortunately they let revenge and the pains of bullying get the better of them and they committed one of the worst attacks in history. Yes they did get the message of pain out and got people talking more about bullying but they also destroyed the lives of their parents as well as those people in that attack. They should 
have met me to get some help. If only I made this site years before this ambush. For sure I forgive them because of what pain they were in at the time of the attack but I am not happy for the actions they did to try and get their message out. Sure police and school authorities are now more aware on what bullying can lead to but killing someone because of that or to end it is not the best of actions and it is a permanent for such a small problem that people face in life.
At first I thought that Catholicism was all a joke and dumb. I never thought that they would be so peaceful at times. Throughout my time going to school learning about the faith, I was shocked to see them all so loving to each other similar to what my own family did. Despite not being Catholic we were all able to work together as a family and get through things that were hard to get through alone. I was raised in Calgary Alberta Canada. My parents did separate but it was not enough to stop us from being a family. Mom and Dad still stayed in touch and helped me grow up. Family always came first before school work in my house hold growing up. I was raised to care for one and other. Including people that were out side of the family. Some parents don’t do that but mine did. My father always told me that some people do not always understand the truth about caring and that some might mistake some of my caring actions for something bad or something else. Mom and Dad taught me every difference between right and wrong. Where ever I go the feelings of caring hit me. I see a person who needs help I want to help but sometimes they do not always want that help. Some lady mistook me for someone bad. My father told me that I was doing the right thing but some parents just want to be independent. But most of the time when I help people they are very nice to me. I think that was the first time that someone really did not want my help and that kind of shook me up. I was trying to be one of the few good people in the world but this lady was not the best of people.
When I was pulled out of regular school my mother was talking to a friend who knew someone who was going to Catholic school and she recommended it my mother and my father. My parents did not grow up learning about faith or understanding it but they soon saw how safe and better it was for people to learn about. So they talked it over with me. At the time I hated the Catholic faith because of what they did to Canadian First Nations and how they were against the gay community. But as soon as I got in I found out that things were way different. I learned that they do not discriminate gays. Sure I know that it says that the church is against gays but that one lady I met was very shocked and was like “Oh no, we don’t discriminate.” The moment that happened it was then I realized that the church is changing. Over the years as I kept on going to school learning about Catholicism I began to grow interested more and more into the faith, to the point when I all of a sudden thought. “I need to become Catholic.” So I did. I went to school for more courses and then that was the end of everything, All that hatred and anger feelings were gone. But they can at times come back to me and it is then during those times when I go to church on Saturdays or Sundays. Yes I do get thoughts of violence and hate but I know that if I ever do any of those actions I will end up just like the guys who got their revenge on those who wronged them. I still get mad and am still getting help or treatment for my anger but I think the biggest difference is that I am going to Church and letting that pain fly out of my body and moving on with life. Going to church is one of the best thing I like to do. I like to spend time doing Bible studies and saying a few prayers to my family.
Becoming Catholic made me learn that bullies were people that were in trouble and pain. It was then when I learned from that one teacher who used to hate but soon changed. Going to Catholic school changed my life for the better. I was making a tone of friends that I am still in touch with to this day. I always have to keep reminding myself that I cannot hurt anyone. I knew prior to that I was never allowed to hurt any one but now that I am in a religion I have to try and watch what I say or watch what kind of actions I do. Most important think before you take action is what I learned before.