I worshipped dead men for their strength, forgetting I was strong.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I worshipped my father.
I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.
Just by luck, I picked good heroes to worship.
I worship talents almost. I sinfully dare mourn that I possess them not.
I'm used to very strong women because my mother was particularly strong, and my father was away all the time. My mother was a big part of bringing up three boys, so I was fully versed in the strength of a powerful woman, and accepted that as the status quo.
I was blessed with a strong arm and a weak mind.
I believe my past is my strength.
Just about this time, when in imagination I was so great a warrior, I had good use in real life for more strength, as I was no longer taken to school by the nurse, but instead had myself to protect my brother, two years my junior.
The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself.
I have worshipped woman as the living embodiment of the spirit of service and sacrifice.