Sad Thing About That Miracle
Sad Thing About That Miracle…
So a couple of years ago on Facebook I came across this post from NBC LA about a shark attack in Hawaii. As a person that loves sharks, I dove right into the article. Seems that yet another idiot thought it would be a good idea to go swimming in the morning, in the ocean, when sharks like to eat. I have little to no sympathy for people that do stupid things that end up getting themselves hurt or killed. Sure, I don’t think people should die just because they did something stupid. But, Natural Selection is a real thing and the best way to survive it is to either be smart or strong. Anyways, this lady taking the early morning swim gets attacked by a shark and some guy claiming to be a pastor swam out and saved her.
I made the mistake of reading comments. I know, never read the comments. Well, I did and of course the first comment was some idiot calling it all a miracle. The stupid shit an idiots will call a miracle in today’s world is just pathetic. If I were ever to call something a miracle, it would have to be pretty damn impressive. There’s a long list of criteria that would it would have to pass in my book before I ever uttered such words in any serious context. The story of this attack didn’t come close to passing my criteria. The sad thing about that miracle is that it wasn’t a miracle.
For example, this surfer pastor guy was brave. What he did was hero worthy in my book. But, there was noting of the supernatural involved in what he did. He simply swam out there, grabbed her and swam back. Again, extremely brave but not superhuman. As I recall, there was something special about why the surfing pastor was there in the first place that added a bit fun to the whole thing but I don’t recall the specifics. I just remember that it was one of those “whoa!” kind of moments. Like he was supposed to be at a meeting or something but had skipped it and had he not skipped it, she would have died for sure. Something like that. Again, not a miracle, just a few serendipitous moments.
Well, I made the second mistake of commenting on how it’s not a miracle. And, of course all the religious people immediately start to attack me because I dared to question their delusions. Something I know better than to do. Never questions the delusions of schizophrenic people. It was one attack after another against be about that miracle. It got so bad that even the reporter came after me in the thread. I mean she flat out attacked me. I have to admit that I was a little hurt that she would go after me like that. She’s a reporter, I didn’t call anyone a name. I didn’t harass anyone. All I did was look at the event objectively and point out how every single event in that so called “miracle” was completely explainable. It didn’t matter, to them. Just one thread after another about that miracle.
Eventually the debate between the reporter and myself lead to a phone call. She explained that the family members of not only the lady that was attacked but also the surfing pastor and his family were also reading our debate. I didn’t know that. It wouldn’t have changed what I said. Well, maybe I would have been a little more sensitive with my responses, but I regret nothing. I didn’t lie about a damn thing and I certainly had done nothing to feel sorry for.
Some months later I saw an update to that story. It had turned out that the lady who had been attacked by the shark ended up dying from her wounds. I just shook my head when I read that. All those poor fools claiming it was a “miracle of God” and the reality of it was that a dumb lady went swimming in the ocean, in known to be shark infested waters and got attacked. Some very brave, surfing pastor attempted to save her and in doing so maybe gave her a few extra days of life to be lived in what I can only imaging was a lot of pain. Though, I must admit, still better than being completely consumed by a shark.
Those people who wanted to believe so much that it was all about that miracle. They will probably never know that the lady died. To them, the story ended when she was saved by that surfing pastor. For them, end of story, it was a miracle. The reality of what happened that day and in the days that followed mean nothing to them. For them it will just another story of how the good lord works in mysterious ways.
This saddens me on so many levels. It’s not ignorance, some may think it is but it’s not. It’s massive stupidity. Ignorance is simply not being aware of the facts. Stupidity, is choosing to ignore the facts because you just want to believe whatever it is that you want to believe. There’s no excuse for that all. These people are living in a fairytale world and they are holding the rest of back. These people end up voting for other crazy people that choose to ignore reality over their belief of an imaginary friend and it’s scary, it’s very, very scary.