I learned so much from my time of knowing Brenda. I knew her as a friend, her being a customer of mine from a previous job. I got to know her over several years. She is lady old enough to be my mother, with children about my age. I will never forget the day I saw her and she told me that it had been discovered that her daughter had an advanced form of cancer and only had a few months to live. Each time I saw her after that day, the stories worstened, and you could see the toll it took on Brenda. Brenda was a woman of faith, she told me so long before this ever happened. She wasn’t pushy about it. If she said she would prey for you, it was out of love. One day as her daughter was in the hospital, nearing death, Brenda took a walk over to the children’s hospital. She saw and met several children of various ages, but all very young. They all had forms of cancer, and some were not able to leave their beds. Brenda told me that as of that day she would never say another prayer. Her daughter was 32, these children were 12 and younger. She said she (Brenda) felt so much guilt having preyed for her child to live, while many of the children she visited would never see another year. She felt that god would know that the family of these children would want them to live without having to beg for it. In the end she told me it was easier to look at life as a game of chance, where sometimes, it’s just a matter of good and bad luck that determines these type of things rather than a god who hand picks the people who suffer numerous days of terrible disease. I believe she got it right. No god needed.