Jim scarcely awoke to a combination of electronic signals that beeped vital life signs and the mechanical pumping sounds of equipment used to take over the breathing functions of Jim’s chemically supressed lungs. He had walked in for an elective surgery to correct a vascular problem, and had exited the operating room on life support. The medical industry supplied the best equipment money could buy, and an educated team of crack doctors and nurses that were employed to correct his malfunctioning body. Six days after they cut on the dotted line, his heart failed, and Jim was no more. So, who’s to blame? Was it the medical staff that failed to correct the problem, or was it GOD? Religious people would say it was GOD’s decision, but if that’s the case, why even have hospitals and expensive medical personnel if the final outcome is predetermined? Hospitals charge money, and religions require prayers and donations, so they are similar in some respects. However, there is another GOD that exists in the human brain, and it works for food, just like a homeless person on the corner with a cardboard sign. This GOD is the Governor Of Death and sometimes goes by another word: the soul. Doctors make mistakes, but that cranium GOD is responsible for all your life and death decisions every day. If your GOD tells you to pull out in front of a 70 MPH concrete truck, then you die. If it makes hasty decisions, death can occur. If GOD feels that the conversation between you and a confident surgeon warrants an attempt to correct a situation, then your GOD is your guide. If shit happens, then the Govenor Of Death steps up to bat and shuts off the heart to avoid living as a complete invalid with no potential or hope of recovery. Your brain is your GOD, and all decisions occur there. Therefore, you will determine your own demise when your GOD feels it is time. That is, unless you piss off another GOD with an attitude and a lethal weapon.
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