I prayed to the big J. once, after a bad car accident. (The accident broke my back, ankle, and cracked my skull. The head injury explains talking to a non-existent being. ) I promised that if I got through it, I would be a good dub for the rest of my life. When I got out of the hospital, I promptly went back to my heathen ways.
The other only times ever prayed was when I was forced to at meal and bed times, this was out loud for others benefit. I talk to myself but it has never been aimed at any sprit being.
Crumpet, you are still a Vamp to me.
Philip