If there's one thing I am annoyed by, it's the whole "Let's pray" for everything and "Thank God" for every positive outcome, but if things go bad, God is suddenly out of the equation and it's someone's fault and someone takes the blame.

For me, I felt this way ever since I had suffered a major stroke back in 2013. I had a vertebral artery tear that caused me to (quite painfully) bleed out in the back of my head & neck. The Urgent Care mis-diagnosed it as a torn or pulled muscle, so they gave me a painkiller shot & sent me home... 12 hours later I had paralysis on my right side, struggling to see, and barely able to breathe on my own, unable to stand, and unable to talk proprly.

After 2 weeks living in a hospital and 6 weeks living in a rehab center, I was able to finally come home. I had made a hell of a recovery.. able to walk again, able to see, and talk, eat & breathe on my own.. it was a life-changing experience you'd never know I went through by talking to me or seeing me in public. Seeing how I had no family there for me, I had to rely on my then-wife's parents & family for comfort. Sounds great, but it was a bit overbearing when they constantly told me that "God spared you", "he has a plan for you", and so on. No acknowledgement by them to the nurses & doctors who helped me, no agreeing that they did all they could.. I think her family members felt a bit slighted when they were on their jesus-juice rambling and the doctor was just waiting for them to get done so he could talk with me, and I stopped them and said "Hey Doc... regardless of all this stuff they're going on about, I want to say thanks to YOU and this hospital. YOU and the staff are who helped me, so thank you."

I could tell than he was appreciative I said something, and I THINK he was also a bit happy that I used logic & reason to thank the ones who rightfully helped me. I think that unfortunately I had stirred the pot with them all (ex's family) as I told them one of my dreams I had while in my drugged-up sleeps I had, where I dreamt that I was at a lake sitting on a bench, and a guy who said he was God sat next to me, telling me I was still around because he wanted me here still. I guess they took that dream I had as a sign I was suddenly a born-again or something and assumed I suddenly believed in their Messianic-Jewish faith and their god or whatever.

Point being, thank your god all you want for things, but don't forget to honestly thank those who ACTUALLY lift their hands to help, especially in extreme circumstances or situations.