After a few days in hospital, I was thinking, Oh, gee – I raised in a church, Protestant upbringing which I’d rejected as an adult – I’m lying in bed thinking, Hmmm, maybe I ought to pray. They always say there are no atheists in a foxhole… and I thought, Here I am in a pretty good-sized foxhole… and I thought Naahhh. I wouldn’t respect any God who would listen to me after I’d rejected him so vociferously.
