Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers
Back in April of 1996, I made my last suicide attempt. I took an overdose of about 60 Lithium capsules. I remember praying to God to just let me die this time and rid me of all my pain and suffering. As I passed in and out of consciousness I thanked God for allowing me to finally die. I will leave out all of the gory details. I woke up in the morning and cried that I was still alive. I didn't cry for very long....
Skipping back to the present, I just have to thank God for unanswered prayers. Back then, I prayed to die, and God gave me life. That was the turning point in my life. I decided that if I wasn't meant to die, I must be alive for some purpose. The question I asked was, "Why am I still alive?" The only answer that came into my mind was that I should use my experiences to help others who could benefit from what I have to say, so they don't end up in the same position as I did.
As I prayed for Cory (calimtnredneck) to come out of his coma, I thanked God for the first time for allowing me to live. I have two reasons to thank God. First, for not answering my prayers back in 1996 and second, for answering my prayers this time. To quote another line from the song, "I guess the Lord knows what he's doin' after all."