I had an experience this weekend that made me consider that there may be a God and he must hate me. On Saturday I was foolish enough to think to myself, possibly for the first time in my life, "Hey, I've finally got my act together". I felt pretty good about that barring the fact that I am 61 years old and should have done so much earlier in life. So on Sunday, I had food poisoning so bad that my doctor told me to go to the ER. I have never had anything so horrible come upon me so quickly. I've had food poisoning before, and it was miserable, but THIS food poisoning had me contemplating my mortality. So if there is a God, he waited until I had my act together and then made me so sick I thought about dying. What am I thinking? This is just one more more data point indicating that there really isn't a God.