What not to say to a person facing a scary medical situation, Part II

[sabotabby]

"I'll pray for you."

(So far okay.)

"Do you believe in...do you, uh, believe?"

(Getting a bit personal here.)

"No."

"Oh. You should."

(Totally. Out. Of. Line. Plus now I have Cher running through my head.)

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[franklanguage.livejournal.com]

My mother has often peered at me and said, "You don't believe in God…do you?" like she can't understand why or how that could be—a child that sprang from her own loins and was so lovingly raised. Yeah, Mom, let me tell you…God doesn't exist.

When I was in the hospital, having had a brain injury and been in a coma for a month, a lot of well-meaning people rushed to my side. It was about this time I realized I didn't believe in God anymore, and boy was I relieved. I still had annoying people to deal with, though.

I seriously want to take the next Amtrak up to Toronto, once things settle down. In the meantime, I'm sending out good thoughts.