When I was in college, I met a young man in one of my classes. Although we never became more than acquaintances to each other, and, I unfortunately no longer remember his name, he did tell me something personal one time. And what he told me I have never forgotten.

Before he came to the particular school we both attended, he attended another college. At this other college he was studying to become a minister. That is, until a professor there proved to him that God did not exist. Right after this grievous announcement, he changed his major and became suicidal.

When I met him, he was no longer suicidal, just changed in his beliefs. He had adjusted, somehow.

But...this story is dedicated to him, and all those like him.