Apparently, all terrible things happen for a reason.
A few weeks ago my family and I were invited to dinner at a rather fabulous Indian Restaurant in Leeds by one of the chaps who works for me to say thanks for the support I gave him whilst he was fighting thyroid cancer.
During the course of the meal, I think just after the quite delicious lamb main course had arrived, his friend remarked that Allah most certainly had a plan for him and whilst he had given him the cancer in the first place he had also taken it away.
How very kind I thought, and it struck me that this Allah fellow sounds a whole lot like Jesus’ dad don’t you think. He’s often attributed with giving children leukaemia and such to prove that all things happen for a reason and then turning up with jazz hands and a big old “Taadaa” when things are all cleared up to take the credit for a job well done and to check in on what lesson you’ve learned whilst watching your child suffer excruciating pain.
“He sounds like a bit of a dick” I said to my wife afterwards. She suggested I be a little more respectful of other people’s beliefs, and because of how rude I can be she would be taking back the kidney she given me a few years ago to teach me a lesson.
I am happy though to say that my friend is now fit and well, regardless of who fixed him up. I do hope the doctors send some sort of thank you card to a god of one description or another because it really was quite good of whoever stepped in to take this potentially life ending disease back.
Perhaps though him and the other gods would be so kind as to stop giving people awful diseases, because the doctors would have considerably less to do and they could maybe get a little more golf in.
Oh, and she never gave me a kidney – but you knew that right 😉
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