I did not know what a Protestant was until I was 11 and my best friend and I started talking and when I asked him “what church do you go to,” his church started with the name of a town, and not a saint!

I was pretty much put off towards Protestantism when we were discussing God and all he would talk about was how Abraham would have sacrificed Isaac and Gandhi was
definitely in hell, no ifs ands or buts.
Then in college, my roommate was Protestant and he got me to go to his campus Bible study (supposedly “interdenominational” but really Protestant) and my dad, who had left my mom and given up belief in God, became a born again Protestant. I liked the Bible study meetings and they were working on getting me to convert, but then I asked my dad if there was the slightest chance that Gandhi maybe didn’t go to hell, and he said there was absolutely no way… he was definitely burning in hell. So that is when I decided I could never be a Protestant.
Then my roommate’s dad talked with me about Catholicism and told me how the Church invented all these things, which are totally unbiblical, and how Jesus really had brothers, and how Peter wasn’t the first pope, and how people didnt believe in the Real Presence until Aquinas came around, (Later I found out that his “unbiased, historical book” was written by our friend Lorraine Boettner) - anyway, my roommate’s dad spurred me on to investigate these issues and was unknowlingly instrumental in me becoming an amateur Catholic apologist and returning to Confession and the Sacraments. God bless him!
