...by now. This is the third time in the last 6 months i've had Christian people come to my door forcing literature on me. Here is the dialogue:
Hi there I know it's cold and we're letting all of your heat out but I wanted to talk to you today about God and Creationism. I started smiling. Here's the dialogue:
Her: People have wondered where we have came from for thousands of years
Me: Actually it's longer than that.
Her: riight...well i'd like to ask you what is it that you believe?
Me: I believe in being a good person without a great reward in the end.
Her: Well.. that's... interesting.
Her: You know there is a lot of evil in the world and we believe they could use God in their lives.
Me: Actually most "evil" people believed in God.. like Hitler.
Her: Right here in this scripture it says; "Man was created by a higher being" (I'm paraphrasing badly here)
Me: I have this book on my shelf by this guy named Darwin.
Her: hahaha riiight.
Her: So here in this article of our church newsletter there is this interesting information about a beetle and how God constructed it.
Me: Well I have this magazine on my table called National Geographic that explains how they just recovered bones from a 25,000 year old Neanderthal showing they were around after Modern humans entered to Spain from Africa.
Her: Well isnt that special.
Me: Well it's a fact and it's very interesting.
Enter Aidan with snot running down his nose (has a severe cold). He starts to shiver because it's 30 degrees outside.
Her: Oh it looks like he has a cold (she has a disgusted look on her face and starts to cover her nose and mouth as if my son is going to sneeze on her from 10 feet away)
Aidan (as many of you know - has Autism and Fragile X Syndrome) is obsessed with pendulums and opening and shutting doors (swinging things) He starts closing the door in her face.
Her: I'd like to leave this newsletter
Me: That's alright, i'll keep reading my "special" books and magazines. Have a good day.
As soon as the door was closed, Aidan clapped.
I wanted to say I was Jewish but I had a wreath on my door.
Image by me.
Summer Days at Rockaway Beach, New York, 1950
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