Justin Philip Pomaika'i Laybon Nagasawa
Humble Servant
Jesus Christ, please help me to remember and explain! During my elementary school education, I did not believe the girl named ### next to me when she said that the Sharpie with its cap on had caused the noise that sounded like a fart when she sat on it and dragged it flatly. I believe this is a root cause of future uncomfortable vexation, such as: In high school, where my composition book had dragged against the desk, and had caused a fart sound, and then the student next to me said I farted, and that I am lying. Other vexations were blaming a fart on a person next to me, and possibly a summer school fart incident during a hula class. I'm not sure I was vexed to commit multiple sins due to my disbelief and assumption. I hope the LORD Jesus save me from all vexations, and clears the root causes of sin. Jesus, please save me from an elementary incident where I had shut up to someone, and she responded to me to shut up as well, until we were standing and telling each other to shut up. Jesus, please save me from an incident where an elementary student was nose-bleeding a handful of blood into his hand. Jesus, please save me from crying in a dodgeball game after being out. Jesus, please save me from writing the letter t as a backwards 7 with a dash in the middle. Jesus, please save me from racial cultural jokes that have cursed and caused future vexation, such as a Portuguese person stepping on a roach, and then smushing it with the wrong foot; the foot is on the roach with their right leg, yet they have their left foot making the smushing motion. Jesus, please save me from the time I wanted my older brother to make a line of dust and window crud & snort it for money. Jesus, please save me from replacing a razor blade with a new razor blade in a car. Jesus, please save me from unobtainable, dropped grey cards in car panels that are harmless, unknown, and stuck there. Jesus, please save me from any fragile bitty parts that were damaged on the inside of the vehicles, and any gauges in metal gauges due to slips. I'm not sure if I'm cursed for thinking that a person playing Alvin and the Chipmunks music and with a plastic gold chain in high school had autism---disability; I had seen someone else with high-function imagination that was playing with an invisible person. I had decided to stop communicating with people after perceiving a multitude of religious attacks on me and my family based on my answers and behaviors after acquiring posttraumatic stress disorder with substance abuse addiction. Jesus, please save me from the time I had washed a friend's dishes, which were mixed with their roommate's. I think I made the correct decision because he had turned away help for his last place, which was cluttered and had bed bugs. Jesus, please save me from being oblivious to missing tools, and words not being more serious. Jesus, please save me from running with slippers in high school. Jesus, please save me from using socks as gloves for a snow day in elementary. I'm not sure if we were just cursed. I thank Jesus that my high school room cleaner job was paid with leeway on work. Jesus, please save me from randomly calling a student's mom in elementary, who was a teacher, a bitch, and then in the future, a random girl in high school asking me if she was bitchy. Jesus, please forgive me for the time I had removed all my elementary friends' names on Xbox Live from my friends list after a teacher's mom had said that I shouldn't be playing games while sick or away from school. Jesus, please save me from the time I kept calling someone while lost in Disneyland. Jesus, please save me from the awkward moment of saying that a person had a flat chest. Jesus, please save me from silence while walking up stairs and witnessing high schoolers close together on the stairs, and then later on seeing a used condom on the ground in the same area. Jesus, please save me from marching band, and not playing the instrument while focusing on trying to stay in pattern. I remember losing my mind during a marching band formation at a stadium, and somehow I still got into the pattern. I didn't have any logical thought about what I had to do, and I believe I may have been possessed to be presentable. Jesus, please forgive me for running after the thief in the junior year of high school who had appeared at home. Jesus, please save me from the strange happening of my mom calling the jealousy glass windows winder, and then a robber entered the home from that area. Jesus, please save me from ptsd thief incident that happened after the house was cleaned. The house was cleaned, and then a robber in the same grade as me robbed the house. Jesus, please help me to escape from the multitudes of spiritual and religious revenge that happen due to not reading the holy bible. I'm not sure if someone stealing from the belongings in the church had caused future problems for violation of a sacred area due to a pagan belief that needs to be destroyed by Jesus. Thanks, Jesus or peace, providence, and progress in Jesus' name, Amen.