Since birth I wanted to be a dumpster Jedi. The underdog. The big cheese. I didn't want much. Just a ship, some booze, and a little corner of space to call my own. Last year, that all changed when they took the only thing that mattered to me. My dignity. I remember that night. The blow up kiddy pool, the jello, my mom crying. How could anyone forget? I never will. I'll always remember. You learn a lot in space. Too bad it broke my spirit. The essense of who I was, and am. I was utterly crushed. Last week I found meaning in space Jesus. You can too. I've gone knocking station to station, pod to pod, to spread the joy of space Jesus. Will you let him into your capsule?