By the time I was 21, I was pretty upset with the state of the world, and I was even more upset that God had made me exist in this very same world. I mean, of all time periods, why this one? Why not a thousand years down the line, or two thousand years, or however long it will take for this world to grow up and say to itself, “We're all human, every single one of us, so let's stop it with the intolerance and start moving forward instead of backward.”? So, while alone in my cousin's doublewide mobile...