Some people believe that God has a plan for all of us. Maybe that plan is life and maybe it’s not. Perhaps you are meant to do great things or maybe you are just supposed to be that guy who never really did anything like you were supposed to do it. I find it hard subscribing to this theory though I can see why others would believe it. When times of trouble arise it is easier to look to that higher power, whichever you subscribe to, and have faith that maybe whatever is going on, is happening for a reason.
I don’t believe in the Christian God. I think years of abuse by the church and the zealots that call themselves Christian but do not truly subscribe to the doctrine they supposedly believe in ruined that for me. However, in times of hardship I will speak to my Gods when I think no one else is listening. I will ask them why things are happening, even though I know that it is up to me to change them and not them. I do not speak to them seeking their help, but rather their guidance.
The thing the Gods have me wondering today is why some people are forced to get sick. My best friend’s husband has brain cancer. While he went into remission last summer, it has come back and they are saying that nothing can be done for him. Chemo may be able to extend his life, but the cancer will not go away this time or ever. They have been to the Cancer Treatment Centers and other places, but nothing can be done to help them according to all of these professionals.
In the meantime, he cannot work and she has to take care of the love of her life. She works, but is losing her job in a couple of days and will be jobless, as well. The savings are all gone and things look about as bad on paper as they can get. Yet this is the best person I know in the world. I doubt she even knows how much I love her. It’s sad because as her friend there is nothing I can do for her.
I am not good at the just being there thing. I want to do something, but there is that helplessness in knowing that there is little that I can do. Recently, she mentioned wanting to write a book. She doesn’t think she can do it alone so I offered my help. We will begin this new project soon. This will be something that will allow caretakers to have a manual, showing them they are not alone, and I truly hope that it helps her and all of the others that might need it, as well.
She doesn’t think she is smart enough to write it on her own, though that makes me laugh. Sure she has some typing issues, which I just mention because if she reads this I know it will make her laugh, but I think she’s smarter than she actually realizes. While non-fiction is not a genre I really celebrate as much as fiction, I seem to have more and more of these projects on my plate. Each one offers an important story to tell about a different area of human life and sometimes of suffering. I look forward to them all being done as I think that they will be beneficial to people in similar situations. In the meantime, writing them and delving into my fiction projects will give me something, so I can stop worrying about my friends or whatever else crosses my mind.
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