I was not raised with religion (didn't find that until my 20s). But my father was largely responsible for my development as a human who does not blindly trust any authority and who learned to think critically early on. On a family trip to Washington D.C. in the 80s, the one souveneir he bought was a little plaque that read "Thank goodness we're not getting all the government we're paying for." I was in 8th grade at the time and couldn't understand why he got such a kick out of it. One of the hardest things to experience during this entire plandemic is his falling hook, line, and sinker for the MSM narrative and the brainwashing. It might have been understandable at first since he's in his mid-eighties now, but when he expressed frank disgust at my questioning of the vaccines, I really struggled to reconcile the independently-minded father I've always known with this new version of him. Even the VAERS data I sent was of no interest to him. It doesn't help that his younger wife has fully embraced the fear as well. It's rough.