…..she had to maintain an unwavering faith in God; that was the ONLY thing that would sustain her now. There was no other method to deal with this excruciating situation she faced, no other way forward, no magical elixir she could ingest to guarantee a favorable outcome. Insurance companies—those apex predators sitting atop every societal food chain—certainly couldn’t be looked to or depended upon in a dire instance such as this. Nor could so-called friends or family—all subject to the foibles, frailties, failures, and ultimate fallibility indigenous to the human species. No, God was her best and only remaining hope and she therefore planned to place her life in His hands while praying a shitload every night at bedtime and tripling down on her long-time, albeit when convenient, faith. Iffy?? Well, of course it is, but if there are no viable alternatives available to her, what other choices does she have? Don’t bother replying to this rhetorical query—the correct answer is a grand total of zero. Blind faith is iffy, but so too is the future in general. Ditto assuming anything in life and taking mortality for granted. Putting your life solely in God’s hands is inveterately a risky proposition given the complete absence of any objective referencing, but when the future is unimaginably bleak and there is but one bullet left unused in the pistol you hold in your hand, the decision on how to proceed is actually relatively easy and already made for you. Soldiers on the front lines and passengers on hijacked airplanes will enthusiastically endorse this fact, as will terminally ill patients…..
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