Dealing with Religion...
So I was in a car crash last week:
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Right after I had crashed, at least 5 people had pullover and were tearing down my door. I was in hysterics, trying to collect all the car paperwork, my purse, and other items in the car, through the shards of broken glass. They were like sharp pebbles. The air bags had deployed, but I don't remember feeling them or any pain at the time. There was a woman. She was white with blond hair that was held back in a tight ponytail. She told me she was studying to be a nurse, and started asking me questions and checking my vitals. I was too busy frantically searching through the dark for my things, until a tan man with an afro gave me a red flashlight. A dark haired man was outside calling 911 on his cellphone. The blond lady was actually wearing her scrubs. I remember her saying she had to go because she had class, but had to tell me, "Thank you for being alright. Thank you for being alive. Thank God for being alive." Then she cried and touched my shoulder and recited a prayer thanking her god for saving me. I was too distracted to care, but when she started praying, I felt a slight emptyness stirring my stomach. I felt it. Her prayers meant nothing to me. While her tears and concern were endearing to me, her prayers weren't. I felt nothing. Maybe pity.
I think I made the mistake of telling my christian parents about the lady. Now it reaffirms their beliefs. Now I am being told 'God' saved me, so I should start going to church again. 'God' saved me from 'Satan.' It was His test.
The winner line: "He saved you because He has great plans for you with His works."
That one pissed me off.
So everything I'm going to accomplish in my life, is all because of your 'god'?!
Your 'god' takes credit for all MY accomplishments?!
Yeah, I wouldn't be where I am now because I did it all by myself. I had support. I had family. Friends. Random Strangers. Your 'god' doesn't do shit. And I HATE the fact that my parents and religious friends give credit for my accomplishments to their god, when they are the ones that deserve that kind of praise from me. I should be thanking Them for aiding me, guiding me, and supporting me. They are the Gods. My Gods.
crazy01204.livejournal.com/74920.html
Right after I had crashed, at least 5 people had pullover and were tearing down my door. I was in hysterics, trying to collect all the car paperwork, my purse, and other items in the car, through the shards of broken glass. They were like sharp pebbles. The air bags had deployed, but I don't remember feeling them or any pain at the time. There was a woman. She was white with blond hair that was held back in a tight ponytail. She told me she was studying to be a nurse, and started asking me questions and checking my vitals. I was too busy frantically searching through the dark for my things, until a tan man with an afro gave me a red flashlight. A dark haired man was outside calling 911 on his cellphone. The blond lady was actually wearing her scrubs. I remember her saying she had to go because she had class, but had to tell me, "Thank you for being alright. Thank you for being alive. Thank God for being alive." Then she cried and touched my shoulder and recited a prayer thanking her god for saving me. I was too distracted to care, but when she started praying, I felt a slight emptyness stirring my stomach. I felt it. Her prayers meant nothing to me. While her tears and concern were endearing to me, her prayers weren't. I felt nothing. Maybe pity.
I think I made the mistake of telling my christian parents about the lady. Now it reaffirms their beliefs. Now I am being told 'God' saved me, so I should start going to church again. 'God' saved me from 'Satan.' It was His test.
The winner line: "He saved you because He has great plans for you with His works."
That one pissed me off.
So everything I'm going to accomplish in my life, is all because of your 'god'?!
Your 'god' takes credit for all MY accomplishments?!
Yeah, I wouldn't be where I am now because I did it all by myself. I had support. I had family. Friends. Random Strangers. Your 'god' doesn't do shit. And I HATE the fact that my parents and religious friends give credit for my accomplishments to their god, when they are the ones that deserve that kind of praise from me. I should be thanking Them for aiding me, guiding me, and supporting me. They are the Gods. My Gods.