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by Melanie Hemry
Gabe loved sports. In his mind,
sports should be a religion. As
far as he was concerned, church
was meaningless. A boring waste
of time. It was so boring that he
often lied, faking sickness to get
out of going. He saw no purpose
in it.
His aunt would constantly
talk to him about preachers who
taught faith, trying to get him to
listen to their podcasts. What a
THE
ALGORITHM
FAITH
Bright lights dispelled the darkness,
lighting the baseball fi eld in Virginia.
Thirteen-year-old Gabriel Poirot kept
his eyes on the ball, feeling alive
in every molecule of his body. He
enjoyed playing baseball. Sports
like this one were so exciting that he
felt like he'd been plugged into an
electrical outlet.
If only church could hold his attention
like sports.
colossal waste of time. There was
no way he was going to listen to
those crazy faith people.
Gabe dove for the ball.
Landing on his shoulder, he
knew something was wrong. At
the hospital, Gabe looked at the
X-ray. There it was in black and
white: His shoulder was broken.
The injury had benched him. Not
just from baseball, but from all
sports. Anxious to get back into
