I grew up in a religious family, but had the belief of a naturalist until I was 12. Mostly I thought my actions didn't matter because once it was over my life was everything and there was no form of afterlife or God (Entwistle, 2010). This belief led me to constantly argue with children at school to the point of ignoring my parents and disobeying them often. Around age 11 I realized that my actions were out of control when I left my parents' house to run away. We argued why I would get a cell phone and be grounded for two weeks for not completing my chores that day. At that moment I remember my father saying that he would send me to boarding school because they couldn't handle me anymore. I told my dad he couldn't do that because I would run away instead. Without listening to what the parents had to say next, I went upstairs to my room and put my essentials in a backpack. Once I was done, I quietly left the house through the backyard door. I went to the park about a mile down the road and sat under the pavilion to think about my next plans. Within 30 minutes a police officer came up to me, asking if I was Melissa. I told him I was and he explained that he had seen children run away being abused by strangers, and how my parents had called him directly to pick me up and take me home because they saw me coming out of the backyard door. As I rode in the back of the police car on the way home I began to feel guilty for my actions, realizing they couldn't continue. It was at that moment that I realized there was more to life and that I had a purpose. Months after this life-changing event, I began to drastically reconstruct my actions, got baptized, and began to develop supernatural abilities.