Instead I went back to the cargroup and mocked them and their dilusion, and talked about how misled THEY are...the older ones in the car tried to quickly change the subject, or steer it differently, and I recall feeling something come over me...kind of an internal "Hey, they were WRONG...weren't they? Why are you acting like that? What am I missing?" Then I squashed it down by telling myself Satan was just getting to me, and I needed to not listen or look into it, and just go on my way. I was 14. I can't be held accountable for that, nor for being baptized later that year. It's all so pathetic.
There is a few strangers in my past that had the same affect on me.
I would LOVE to see them now and tell them the impact they had on me and to thank them.