Although I don’t have a space for this cross in my room, every time I see it, I’m reminded of the religious roots in my family. I’m not such a devote catholic, I don’t go to church every Sunday, but I would still consider myself a catholic. I believe in all the same values that my family believe in which I think is what constitutes a good person. I am still reminded of the parts of my religion that I am missing out on, but that doesn’t change anything in the way I was raised or my personality; I am still a whole person even without some of these practices. After all, religion should be based on faith alone.