hi i'm chickwithumor, will u join my thread where you write wat u would bring on a stranded island and then make up your own island and then hopefully more ppl join and it keeps goingCursing in surprise, she looked down. Then she realized what she said. "Sorry for the language. And I'm sorry about your dad, I understand. That's really gotta suck. I understand, though. My father was a strict catholic, and he hated the fact that I like rock and wasn't catholic. I believed in God, yes, but not anymore. I mean, where was he when we needed him in that crash? Where was he when you needed him to spare your wife and future child? Where was he when I needed him to spare Carter?" She sighed. "My father just hated the fact that I didn't live like him, and he shot me six times." She rolled the sleeve of her Kara Clark shirt up to reveal her shoulder, covered in scars. "Don't think I don't understand." She whispered. "Because I promise you, I do. You and I are alike. Hated by our families, and shot by our own parents, for God's sake." Jaiquill sighed again. "Preston, what I want to know is where is God when we need him...?"