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'Please, God,' we say, 'relieve my anxiety.' Listen, stupid, you have hands, God gave them to you himself. You might as well get on your knees and pray your nose won't run. A better idea would be to wipe your nose and forgo the prayer. Isn't there anything God gave you for your current problem? You have the gifts of courage, fortitude and endurance. With 'hands' like these, do you still somebody to wipe your nose?