Graduating College and My Dad Surviving

I am not religious. I don’t believe there is one sole creator that weaved the world together and that we are merely just part of the fabric of the universe. I do believe in what I know, and what I do know is that life is what it is and it can be indifferent or forgiving. On Saturday, June 8th , I graduated college and life was forgiving, because on the same day, my father, who dedicated his life to me in order to make this possible, had a mild heart attack. Despite this, he was able to see me walk across the stage on Saturday. I don’t think that this is the work of a God. I do believe it was chance like so many other things in life: meeting a soul mate at a young age (no this didn’t happen), meeting a friend in the most random place on a different continent (yes, this happened to me), or being born in the USA (obviously, this did happen). I can’t imagine how easily on Saturday it could have gone the other way (because it didn’t happen), but I do feel the wave of fortune and euphoria that it did happen the way that it did (he’s alive and well ☺). With this in mind, I have come to think of life as a light bulb (and yes, you never know what type of bulb your gunna get). On Saturday, my dad’s almost went out, but instead only dimmed and then came back to life with a richer luminosity. I don’t know if it was God that kept him safe, but I’d rather thank God and find out there isn’t one than not thank him and find out there is.