Pastors provided help when needed

As a child, I was taught to ask my doctor, minister or a policeman if I needed help. The doctors gave me meds that almost killed me (did they misspell the oath?), and an officer not only refused to help me after moronically placed detour signs had many of us lost, but this officer was rude and focused on me being wrong rather than helping me.

His boss agreed with him that I should not talk to an officer at work. So, what exactly are we paying them for? At least I was not shot and killed for needing more than another might need.

I thank God almighty for my pastors. I am so grateful to still have a place to go where I am not name-called or poisoned when I have stupid questions.

Jennifer Liberty Bauer

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