Mrs Magpie
On a bit of break...
I will never forget the Chaplain at the Gloucester Royal Free where I was taken in 1981 after a a life-threatening miscarriage (I was en route to London and completely alone). He didn't ask me if I wanted a prayer, in fact I can't remember him mentioning God at all. He sat with me, held my hand as I wept and was fantastic. He came in every day to sit with me and talk and cry if I wanted to.

I always knew that all the main religions are hypocritical parasitical money making schemes but this takes the piss. If they belive in god and charity and doin ggood then the chaplins should offer there services for nothing.
