I have mixed feelings about this thread. It's difficult to respond because that would require me to examine my beliefs.
Yes, I used to believe in God. The incidents at work did affect my beliefs. I started to have excessive guilt about my relationship with God. With the irrational fear of dying in a car crash, also came a slight fear of going to hell. It wasn't because of anything I did. I feared going to hell because I had distanced myself from God- it wasn't the close relationship that it used to be. Additionally, I felt guilty for wasting my God-given talents.
The guilt and fear resolved. I came to realize that I was attributing human characterisitcs and limitations to a superhuman being. In other words, the guilt came from perceiving God as having less than perfect grace and forgiveness. When it came to the fear of going to hell, this is where it all bottomed out. I stopped believing in God. My beliefs became agnostic, closely bordering on atheist. (You see, it has never been in my nature to blindly follow. I have always questioned authority.) I questioned where this belief in hell came from. I asked myself, "Who's to say hell exists?" Answering this for myself, the fear dissipated. The next logical question was, "Who's to say God even exists?" With the answer to this question, my faith was gone.
I think it's important to point out that the fear and guilt were not necessarily driven by any formal religious beliefs. Honestly, the existence of hell and God-given talents are the only ones that I can think of. Why? Because my understanding of God was not so much a religious one. More than anything, it was a relationship. My understanding and relationship with God was very much that of an ideal parent. God was everything I wanted and needed- strong, omnipotent, nurturing, compassionate, unconditional, always present, dependable, reliable, caring, interested, non-judgmental... As I think about it now, I can understand why children have imaginary friends.
I miss having that relationship. It has more than helped me through the tough times. It has even elevated and sustained me during the good times too. Because with it also came some peace, meaning, and purpose. Lately, what I miss the most is that I never felt alone.
I don't know if I'll ever believe in a god again. My understanding of God has let me down. At this point in time, I am not willing to re-invest in that relationship. As all relationships change and have the potential for repair, I guess this one does too.