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Religion 100, Paper #1, Who I have become today We may all be different people, but we each have a religion we belong to which describes who we are and who we will become. My name is Maritza Lopez-Portillo and I will be telling you my personal experience and what brought me to where I am now due to my religion. Throughout my life I have always been a Catholic, but never took much meaning of it into my life, till I was in my junior year of high school. Growing up I was always a Catholic and I would attend mass with both my parents, as well as being put into Catechism classes for my First Communion. At that point of my life I was still young; I was in second grade. I did not pay much attention in class and the value of my religion did not have much meaning either. All I knew was that I had to take those classes and then follow up the sacrament of First Communion. As I went into middle school, God was not a part of life because I never tried speaking to him for guidance and any type of prayer. Then came high school, where I went to a private Catholic school. During my freshman year knowing I had to take a religion class all four years, I was in a thought of horror thinking these classes were going to be a bore, and I had no interest whatsoever. As I matured through the years, my religion grew, and junior year when my Grandma died, something just clicked. Seeing my Grandma in the position she was in was hard for me to see and all I wanted was for her health to get better so I can go visit her at home in stead of the hospital. Her bad health truly led me to God because I had hope he would help her get better and bring her back to me, and at a moment she had gotten better and was showing positive signs. But, she slowly worsened and there was no coming back when organs started failing. Her death was hard on me and I did not want to talk to anyone about it. Also, this junior year was the year at school where we had the chance to go away for a retreat. I decided to

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