I started reading this article because it sounded interesting…

Georgia Woman With Flesh Eating Disease Breathes On Her Own

Ok fine, it sounded more than interesting. It sounded awesome! Who doesn’t want to read about a Georgia woman being ravaged by flesh eating bacteria?

Then The Big G had to go and spoil it for me. As usual.

He can’t just mind his own business. Ever. He’s like the pilot fish that never leaves the shark’s side. The needy flea that wont leave your dog alone. The tick that refuse to let go.

Aimee Copeland is now breathing on her own. She’s making an amazing recovery. And according to her father, “God is going to take care of the future” so she should be all set.

Where was The Big G when this whole fiasco happened in the first place? Oh that’s right, probably one of his life lessons he loves so much. I wonder how that conversation went up in the clouds,

"Hmm, I think its time Aimee Copeland learned how to overcome adversity. Let’s have her face a flesh eating disease that causes her limbs to be amputated. That should do the trick!”

The more I read the more I just love how great her father sounds. I mean a real genuine person. So thankful,

“I just thank God my daughter is alive.”

I wonder if that quote was cut short for the article. I wonder if the complete thought was something like this,

“I just thank God my daughter is alive. Not the doctors. Not my daughter’s fighting spirit. Not pure chance. God is the one that deserves credit. I mean who cares that she can’t really breathe? Plus, He took her two hands and left leg but spared the right one. A true blessing. My daughter’s quality of life is going to be vastly improved after this and not just physically but spiritually as well. She now knows to be more careful zip lining…”

Ya know, something like that. I wonder.