I have spent three months 6 to 8 hours a day living in the ICU with my father. He went in for a blocked bowel, and developed double pneumonia, not once , but three times, blood poisoning, a blood clot on his lung, A -Fib, and finally had to have surgery. The surgery was drastic as most of his intestines were taken out. My family fell apart. My sister and I stopped talking. She left for a vacation and left me in a mess.
My dad went downhill and was put back on a vent to breath. He suffered and endured pain worse than this so called christ.
He was a christian most of his life, but confessed to me that his parents beat him everyday on his back with a belt, according to that bible we are supposed to take at face value. I tell you this because my dad's back problems stemmed from these beatings which lead to him being on narcotics pain killers, which lead to other health problems and eventually his death.
So this book of fucking lies in a sense killed my dad. He abandoned his faith in writing months before he was hospitalized. I saved this and am using it to give him a non christian funeral.
I cannot prove that there is no god. I will say this however. If I am wrong and there is. I would rather burn in his hell then worship his filthy ass.
I had one father, the one that gave me life.
I will never forget him and my heart is torn in two. I saw him suffering and told them to turn of the vent today. He now has no more pain, but mine has just begun.
I know my purpose in life now. It is to preach about false lies from a book of ink and turn as many people away from this kind of shit as I can.
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