I went to a church for the first time in my life. It was strange, the pastor was healing people in ways I only had seen in television. He was vanquishing demons left, right and center with his hands-on-heads dark magic destroying mumbo jumbo. It was funny until my mum tried to get me 'healed' to which I refused and made the other church-goers urge me to step up. That was an interesting cultural experience that I wish to never find myself in again. Ma mére got 'healed' and seems to think it works so I'm happy to hold my thoughts to myself and let her feel as she does.