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One morning as we were setting off for the weekly session of involuntary brain-death, my hand was slammed in the doorframe of a rather hefty Volvo wagon. As my 10yr old fingers are turning purple and my screams of pain are still ringing in my ears, what do I hear? "You know, sometimes I think the Devil tries very hard to stop us from getting to church."

Thanks, Dad.