This is pretty disturbing.
"When the optometrist told me that I wasn’t taking Jesus seriously enough, I nodded numbly, 18 years of silent accommodation informing me. He told me hell wasn’t something to be taken lightly. He never bothered to ask me if I believed in hell; I don’t.
When he asked me if I wanted to pray for forgiveness for owning a bag that depicted hell, I must have choked out a scared noise that he took for assent. One of the technicians locked the door, and they all pulled their rolling chairs close around me."
I'm glad my optometrist never tried to convert me to anything except a more diligent contact lens cleaning routine.
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