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I sat down alone in the quiet room next to the intensive care unit, and peered into the tin. Chocolate chip, all right. I didn’t want any. Prayer chain? I didn’t care. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about cookies. Or church, for that matter. I mean, it never occurred to me to shake my fist, or worse, at God and ask, “Why Amy? Why me? Why us?” But it also never occurred to me to get down on my knees and pray. No God of mine would have made this accident happen to someone like Amy. No God of mine would have made this accident happen to anyone. So I figured that if He didn’t have the power to prevent this thing, He surely didn’t have the power to determine the outcome, no matter how hard I prayed. The only thought I had on my mind was: Whatever Amy needs me to do, I’ll do.

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