THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU for your comment on that post. I reblogged it and then lost a bunch of followers/got some hate. My bf is in the military and was deployed and is now stationed ten hours away. Distance blows and like you said, I'd gladly drive one or two hours all the time over paying a few hundred dollars for a plane ticket, but the love makes it worth it.
exactly. if you really love the person, it doesn’t matter how far they are. you’ll find a way to see them.
I’ve said this a million times; I’m okay with people believing in what they want. My parents are religious and my brother is religious and his girlfriend is religious. I respect them very much even though we have very different views.
But it bothers me a lot whenever I tell people about Andy’s incident and people say that “that’s why they believe in God.”
Praying in a room did not save my brother. God wouldn’t have stopped his aorta from rupturing over the night. You know what did save him? Dr. Berkau. And all the men and women that saved my brother’s life that night, and took care of him for months afterward.
If it weren’t for science, and the modernization of medicine, and an educated man that cared very much and had a keen eye, and a team of very good professionals, things would be very different now.
Don’t you dare take that away from the people who actually did something, and attribute it to God.
It is miracle in a way that he is alive. He is our Miracle Boy. He had more of a chance of not making it through the surgery than he had of waking up the next morning. Most people don’t survive an aortic dissection if they never knew of their risk previously. But that miracle was modern fucking medicine at work.