I was rejected and disowned at 19 by my fundamentalist Christian family. Fundamentalism kills.

Daniel Lawson
5 min readApr 14, 2020

Imagine you’re trudging home through the snow on a bitterly cold January evening in Brooklyn. On a large clock that displays the time and temperature, you see that the temperature has dropped to 5 degrees Fahrenheit. The wind is howling and buffeting the snow into huge drifts. Winding your way through these streets lined with brownstone-clad building stock from the 18th and 19th centuries, some still paved with cobblestones, you turn a corner — and sharply gasp. There directly ahead of you, sprawled out in a snowy ditch in front of a bank branch, is the still, lifeless body of a young man. It looks as if he’s a teen, actually.

You frantically begin yelling for help. A couple other strangers passing by notice the scene and sprint over. His pulse is unresponsive and his skin is turning blue from the cold. Hypothermia is surely about to set in, if it hasn’t already. You fumble for your cellphone and dial EMS. You and the other Brooklynites converse in hushed tones, standing over the body of the young man in the freezing cold trying to make sense of it all and waiting for the EMS dispatch to arrive. As the ambulance pulls up, its siren slicing through the January air, the medics leaping out and preparing a stretcher, you wonder if you were in time or if it’s simply too late.

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Daniel Lawson

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