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About This Poem
The School of Theology
The fondest of my memories was certainly in college.
I was in my forties, going back for a forth and fifth
degree. Some may know my school as STC or the
School of Theology in Claremont. I picked this school
because I had a lot of faith in god and thought the
journey through this new religious cavern most
important. With all my heart I wanted to become a
minister. The longer I staid in school the harder I
worked, there were so many factions: written; religious
history; theology; preaching and on and on. Then about
¾ of the way through I had a eclipse in faith. It was in
Biblical studies where we were learning that there was
nothing literal about the bible and many authors wrote it.
After this lapse in faith I pulled myself back together
accepting the modern way the bible was written. I regained
my strength and enthusiasm and continued till I finished
receiving not only a Masters of Divinity degree, but also a
Doctor of Minister Degree in Preaching. Yet, the story
doesn't end here. Only one year later I was diagnosed
with a brain tumor. There was nothing the Dr.s could do
except operate and see what it was. Luckily it wasn't
cancerous and over 80 % was removed because it was
causing me to smell things that weren't there. I resumed
my life with a few handicaps, seizure, etc. taking
14 medications per day. My memory was fully
impaired so there was no way I could work in the
field of ministry. Now on SSI, poor and barely getting
by I still have these memories of having attended STC,
and working very hard.
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