I was raised an atheist. My parents had both turned away from their respective faiths.
But hellraiser as I was, at night I would sometimes still talk to God.
Then I got a lil older and I had my first funeral. Ever since the only times I 'talk' to God is to curse him.
But when my sister was in a car accident, the first thing I did was think about God, and praying for her. I guess, I'm just a weak coward who throws all principles aside if it could make a molecule of difference where a hurt loved one is concerned.
I am very attracted to buddhism though... if only it were a lil more accepted in the western world.