Well for me I was raised christian since as long as I can remember. I never had anything that really shook my faith until my junior year in high school which was 2 yrs ago now.
One of my greatest rolemodels, my football coach got stage 4 melanoma cancer. We found this out early in my Sophmore year, he wasn't expected to live out the year. He was one of the greatest men I have ever known in my life. He was out at practice for another two years, in a 110 degree texas heat. He never once complained about what happened to him. Well we went all the way through my junior year to the state game without losing a single game, we even won state the year before. But we lost the state game by a single point. All of us felt like we had let coach down, he poured his soul into coaching, and all he said after the game was he was just glad he made it here.
Coach Stalcup died the week before my senior year started. We dedicated our season to him and ended up winning a state and national championship that year, all thanks to his inspiration. It got us through those tough games.
Thats when my problem with god started. I couldn't understand how a loving god could take a man in the prime of his life. His wife was left with his two young children, who are in middle school. It didn't seem fair to me that god would do this. This man was one of the best men I have ever known and it didn't seem fair that this would happen. And I wondered how my little brothers would learn the values and lessons I learned without someone like him in their life.
Well I quit going to church the rest of that year and really quit believing. Then some of my senior friends convinced me to go on the final mission trip with them before college. I agreed to go since we had been friends since before kindergarten. Well anyway on the trip we were put in groups with other students from all over the state. There was one girl named Alex in my group and we immediately clicked. She was so much like my own coach that it felt like I was standing next to him again. She showed me that God has many great people on the earth and that my coach wasn't the only one. After that I realized it wasn't that I didn't believe in God and Christ, its just I was mad at him. I forgot that death is not the end, just another step in our story, and she helped me remember that.
Thats my story, don't know if its sappy but its really changed who I am.