I shouldn’t be here today writing this blog.
Since 2015, I’ve been hospitalized five times. The result of not taking my insulin and checking my blood sugars three to four times daily before eating and allowing the numbers to exceed to the 700 to 900 ranges since my first diabetes diagnosis in 2006. In one incident, the sugars were so high in the four digits the nurse at the emergency room couldn’t get a reading on the glucometer.
As many times as I’ve been in the hospital over the past nine years now, I wonder if anyone who’d heard about my stints, or cared, would ask me, if not ask themselves, if I got a death wish?
No one has to date.
God is not the reason why I’m still here. God and his angels didn’t send a subliminal message to mom telling her she should get my ass to the emergency room. Her medical knowledge and the fact she and any mother, for that matter, knows her own kid better than the kid knows themselves.
I just thought my moving slow, unable to swallow solid foods unless it was pasta or soup, moving blue spots, recounting certain moments in my life, gulping down three large McDonalds smoothies – one every 15 minutes, seeing traffic lights at night looking like distant stars, and sick to my stomach with an urge to barf every few hours were the result of a severe case of stomach flu.
“Jesus loves you,” said the nurse on my first stint to the hospital back in 2015 the night I was admitted. The nurse told me I was the talk of the floor who said how I looked like Death when I came in, but within a few hours I was almost back to normal - the result of the IV medication fluids.
Trump’s daughter, Ivanka, said her late mother was watching over her father at last Saturday’s rally. Rep. Cory Mills said, “divine intervention” and the “protective hand” of God saved the Republican presidential candidate.
Would Republican lawmakers still be saying the same thing if Trump hadn’t survived the assassination attempt? Doubtful.
I won’t argue that God is everywhere 24/7. You just have to look. The Lord will always listen to your pleas whenever you need him. He doesn’t hold a grudge. He won’t say, “Hmm, you have not been to Sunday mass for months and years, and now all of a sudden you are asking for my help to bail you out of some personal crisis you are in right now?”
God is as much present in our daily lives as the Devil.
“Our God still saves. He still delivers, and he still sets free. Because on Saturday, the devil came to Pennsylvania holding a rifle. But an American lion got back on his feet, and he roared,” said Tim Scott, Republican of South Carolina.
Well, that “American lion” was not the Almighty. It was the former president who got back up after the bullet zipped past his right ear as secret service agents swarmed on top of him. Trump, the “American lion” not God, raised his fist to the crowd as he was whisked away off stage letting them know he was ok.
God didn’t stop “the Devil” from hitting his target. The spectators at the rally who saw the suspect perched on a roof top 150 yards away from the stage were the ones who alerted law enforcement officials minutes before gunfire erupted.
“Someone’s on top of the roof,” said one. “There he is, right there.”
“He’s on the roof!” said another. “Right here, right on the roof.”
A Secret Service sharpshooter, not God, took out the gunman.
The only answer I can come up with is, life’s not fair. It is what it is. It’s the nature of the beast.
Why horrible things happen to people and others are spared will only be answered when we go before the Almighty and ask him that question. I wouldn’t be surprised if, even in death, he or she won’t like the answer.
There’s only one, and ONLY one reason why I, and former President Trump are still here today.
It’s not our time yet.
©7/17/24
Since 2015, I’ve been hospitalized five times. The result of not taking my insulin and checking my blood sugars three to four times daily before eating and allowing the numbers to exceed to the 700 to 900 ranges since my first diabetes diagnosis in 2006. In one incident, the sugars were so high in the four digits the nurse at the emergency room couldn’t get a reading on the glucometer.
As many times as I’ve been in the hospital over the past nine years now, I wonder if anyone who’d heard about my stints, or cared, would ask me, if not ask themselves, if I got a death wish?
No one has to date.
God is not the reason why I’m still here. God and his angels didn’t send a subliminal message to mom telling her she should get my ass to the emergency room. Her medical knowledge and the fact she and any mother, for that matter, knows her own kid better than the kid knows themselves.
I just thought my moving slow, unable to swallow solid foods unless it was pasta or soup, moving blue spots, recounting certain moments in my life, gulping down three large McDonalds smoothies – one every 15 minutes, seeing traffic lights at night looking like distant stars, and sick to my stomach with an urge to barf every few hours were the result of a severe case of stomach flu.
“Jesus loves you,” said the nurse on my first stint to the hospital back in 2015 the night I was admitted. The nurse told me I was the talk of the floor who said how I looked like Death when I came in, but within a few hours I was almost back to normal - the result of the IV medication fluids.
Mom, not “Divine Intervention”, is the only reason I’m still here today.Just like “Divine Intervention” didn’t stop the assassin’s bullet from what would have been a successful kill shot last Saturday at a rally held for former President Donald Trump in Butler, Pennsylvania. If Trump hadn’t referenced an immigration graphic, his head turned to the right side instead of directly facing the audience, the Republican Party, let alone the country, would be in as much turmoil as the Democratic Party is right now deciding President Joe Biden’s future as their democratic nominee in August.
As the self-appointed “Mayor of Realville” I don’t believe God and/or his angels kept me from “knock, knock-knockin on heaven’s door” any more than the notion the Almighty is watching over Taiwan, Israel, the Ukraine and America.
The notion God prevents tragedies from happening or keeps them from being worse than what the dire situation is already reminds me of what friend Michael Frazier commented on my Facebook page when I posted a picture of an angel hovering above the movie theater in Aurora, Colorado in 2012 at a memorial service for the victims killed by a mass shooter.
"I believe there are Angels, and they are with us," Frazier wrote. "It is not outside the Lord's preview to perform miracles. I don't believe this is an angel any more than that picture of the twin towers had Satan's face in the smoke after the planes hit. Angels are spirits, not clouds. If they were going to appear to anyone, why would they be veiled in a cloud?"
Yet “God” and “Divine Intervention” was what lawmakers said saved the former president at this week’s Republican National Convention.Trump’s daughter, Ivanka, said her late mother was watching over her father at last Saturday’s rally. Rep. Cory Mills said, “divine intervention” and the “protective hand” of God saved the Republican presidential candidate.
Would Republican lawmakers still be saying the same thing if Trump hadn’t survived the assassination attempt? Doubtful.
I won’t argue that God is everywhere 24/7. You just have to look. The Lord will always listen to your pleas whenever you need him. He doesn’t hold a grudge. He won’t say, “Hmm, you have not been to Sunday mass for months and years, and now all of a sudden you are asking for my help to bail you out of some personal crisis you are in right now?”
God is as much present in our daily lives as the Devil.
“Our God still saves. He still delivers, and he still sets free. Because on Saturday, the devil came to Pennsylvania holding a rifle. But an American lion got back on his feet, and he roared,” said Tim Scott, Republican of South Carolina.
Well, that “American lion” was not the Almighty. It was the former president who got back up after the bullet zipped past his right ear as secret service agents swarmed on top of him. Trump, the “American lion” not God, raised his fist to the crowd as he was whisked away off stage letting them know he was ok.
God didn’t stop “the Devil” from hitting his target. The spectators at the rally who saw the suspect perched on a roof top 150 yards away from the stage were the ones who alerted law enforcement officials minutes before gunfire erupted.
“Someone’s on top of the roof,” said one. “There he is, right there.”
“He’s on the roof!” said another. “Right here, right on the roof.”
A Secret Service sharpshooter, not God, took out the gunman.
If God really, really, really wanted to prove to humanity he is around, Corey Comperatore, a 50-year-old retired fire chief of Buffalo Township who died at the rally shielding his wife and daughter would be here.You are a born liar if you tell me you’ve never asked yourself why God took someone’s life, but spared another. I can’t tell you how many times I felt like pounding my fist through a wall after hearing the latest news of a police officer, newly married, with a baby on the way and just joined the force lost his life in the line of duty in Anytown, USA. It’s like asking why a tornado spared one house but wiped the home next door off the map.
The only answer I can come up with is, life’s not fair. It is what it is. It’s the nature of the beast.
Why horrible things happen to people and others are spared will only be answered when we go before the Almighty and ask him that question. I wouldn’t be surprised if, even in death, he or she won’t like the answer.
There’s only one, and ONLY one reason why I, and former President Trump are still here today.
It’s not our time yet.
©7/17/24
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