Too Late

by Colleen Hoover

That’s one of the main reasons why I never partook much in social media. The amount of “miracles” seen in my Facebook newsfeed would make my eyes practically roll out of my head. So many people “cured” of cancer, thanks to the prayers of all their Facebook friends. “It’s benign! Hallelujah! God is so good to me!” There were many times I wanted to reach through my laptop screen and grab those people by the shoulders and scream, “Hey! Guess what! You aren’t special!” Lots of people die from cancer. Where was their miracle? Did their Facebook friends not pray enough? Why did their chemotherapy not work?

Because they didn’t post enough public prayer requests on social media? Why didn’t they get their miracle? Does God think less of their lives than those whose lives he spares? No. Sometimes cancer is cured… sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes people hit their heads and die; most of the time they hit their heads and survive. And anytime you hear of a person beating the odds… that’s all they’re doing. Beating the odds. Because people never really think about how, in order to beat the odds, a lot of unfortunate deaths have to occur for that particular survival to be considered “out of the norm.”

That’s where you went wrong. The world doesn’t owe us a thing. We take what we’re given and we make the most of it. But you took what you were given and you shit on it and then expected more.”