There are theories that exist, things that wee don't have all the facts about yet but we think we have a feel for how they work. Some things we theorize about are how the universe came into existence, how there might be life outside of our own planet, or different explanations of what happens to us after we die. But what if one of these theories are right, but not in the way we want them to be?
Surgery wasn't something I was really looking forward to, but when I heard that I can't go back to work without it, I figured I might as well follow through with it. It was better than limping around and hoping for a miracle. I know I'm a rather religious person, but I feel like having the money for the surgery was the Lord's way of telling me to go get it done.
What had happened to me was, when I was riding my bike the other day around the park, as I normally did every morning, the chain on my bike had caught up on something and caused the pedals to spin backward and crack my right shin bad enough I couldn't walk on it. I was lucky I had a friend jogging alongside me as I rode. He was able to help me back home. He's like a guardian angel.
I wasn't able to work because I couldn't walk, so I had to take a week off. In that week, I talked to a doctor to get it checked out. Apparently the bone in my lower leg had been cracked and the splint was pressing into my leg muscles every time I walked, so I needed to have surgery to get it fixed, otherwise be forced to use a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I live on the second floor of an apartment building, that wouldn't exactly be a good idea.
But, I knew God had a plan for me, to get my leg fixed. I was fortunate enough to afford it without breaking the bank, so I praised the Lord as I made my way into the doctor's office. He had me lay down on a rather uncomfortable bed with wheels and took a couple vitals, giving me a rundown of what all was going to happen while I was under. Shortly after, I was prepped for surgery.
After what felt like a few moments passing by, perhaps because of the anxiety of being operated on, I was wheeled into a room surrounded by a bunch of doctors in scrubs and masks and hairnets. One of them shone a light on me and put a clear, plastic breather over my face, telling me to count backwards from ten. As I did, the world grew more and more blurry.
I opened my eyes when I felt like I was floating. It was a strange feeling, like your entire body is numb because there's nothing anchoring you down to the earth. I looked around to find that I was directly above my own body. I looked down and could see the doctors operating on me, communicating with the others in the room and passing each other tools.
I was excited beyond anything words could explain, I had heard about what was happening to me in so many different Christian stories. I was going to get the opportunity to meet God in person. I was beyond excited. I wasn't really expecting it to happen, but the way the stories are told, I figured some kind of sign would show its face.
That's when I noticed a cloud of red smoke in the distance. What is this? I floated nearer to it and it became larger, now bigger than I was. It consumed me.
The next thing I knew, I was in a dark room, a shade of red covering the place. Before me, stood a tall and muscular man with long blonde hair that was put up and shaped into what looked to be horns. Was this the Devil?
"Who are you?" I asked, nervously.
The man responded with a low cackle that boomed through the air. "You already know who I am, Lucifer. Welcome to Hell."
"What am I doing here? I thought I was a good Christian person my entire life," I said. "I dedicated my life to the Lord."
He rolled his eyes. "You really bought into that?"
"What do you mean? And where is Heaven?" I demanded.
"Look," he sighed. "Every religion theorizes where you go when you die. And I helped them come up with it. But you notice there's one common theme they all share, making them all correct in a sense. Hell is the only place you go in the afterlife."
I was mortified. How could such a thing actually be possible? What about all the stories about people meeting God when they were in surgery?
He took one quick glance at me and said, "I'm going to send you back. You're not dead, you shouldn't be here yet."
I was awakened from the surgery and I had only one thing on my mind. God is dead. Hell is all we have left.
Surgery wasn't something I was really looking forward to, but when I heard that I can't go back to work without it, I figured I might as well follow through with it. It was better than limping around and hoping for a miracle. I know I'm a rather religious person, but I feel like having the money for the surgery was the Lord's way of telling me to go get it done.
What had happened to me was, when I was riding my bike the other day around the park, as I normally did every morning, the chain on my bike had caught up on something and caused the pedals to spin backward and crack my right shin bad enough I couldn't walk on it. I was lucky I had a friend jogging alongside me as I rode. He was able to help me back home. He's like a guardian angel.
I wasn't able to work because I couldn't walk, so I had to take a week off. In that week, I talked to a doctor to get it checked out. Apparently the bone in my lower leg had been cracked and the splint was pressing into my leg muscles every time I walked, so I needed to have surgery to get it fixed, otherwise be forced to use a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I live on the second floor of an apartment building, that wouldn't exactly be a good idea.
But, I knew God had a plan for me, to get my leg fixed. I was fortunate enough to afford it without breaking the bank, so I praised the Lord as I made my way into the doctor's office. He had me lay down on a rather uncomfortable bed with wheels and took a couple vitals, giving me a rundown of what all was going to happen while I was under. Shortly after, I was prepped for surgery.
After what felt like a few moments passing by, perhaps because of the anxiety of being operated on, I was wheeled into a room surrounded by a bunch of doctors in scrubs and masks and hairnets. One of them shone a light on me and put a clear, plastic breather over my face, telling me to count backwards from ten. As I did, the world grew more and more blurry.
I opened my eyes when I felt like I was floating. It was a strange feeling, like your entire body is numb because there's nothing anchoring you down to the earth. I looked around to find that I was directly above my own body. I looked down and could see the doctors operating on me, communicating with the others in the room and passing each other tools.
I was excited beyond anything words could explain, I had heard about what was happening to me in so many different Christian stories. I was going to get the opportunity to meet God in person. I was beyond excited. I wasn't really expecting it to happen, but the way the stories are told, I figured some kind of sign would show its face.
That's when I noticed a cloud of red smoke in the distance. What is this? I floated nearer to it and it became larger, now bigger than I was. It consumed me.
The next thing I knew, I was in a dark room, a shade of red covering the place. Before me, stood a tall and muscular man with long blonde hair that was put up and shaped into what looked to be horns. Was this the Devil?
"Who are you?" I asked, nervously.
The man responded with a low cackle that boomed through the air. "You already know who I am, Lucifer. Welcome to Hell."
"What am I doing here? I thought I was a good Christian person my entire life," I said. "I dedicated my life to the Lord."
He rolled his eyes. "You really bought into that?"
"What do you mean? And where is Heaven?" I demanded.
"Look," he sighed. "Every religion theorizes where you go when you die. And I helped them come up with it. But you notice there's one common theme they all share, making them all correct in a sense. Hell is the only place you go in the afterlife."
I was mortified. How could such a thing actually be possible? What about all the stories about people meeting God when they were in surgery?
He took one quick glance at me and said, "I'm going to send you back. You're not dead, you shouldn't be here yet."
I was awakened from the surgery and I had only one thing on my mind. God is dead. Hell is all we have left.
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