The Reverend Bob
Fart Machine and Beastmaster
There was once a young boy who develop stage IV terminal cancer, her doctor worked so hard in helping him beat it and was passionate about seeing that her patient would beat this terrible disease. She tried everything to see that he would recover. She tried chemotherapy, experimental drugs and therapies and anything her discipline could offer her but all of those things failed but she persisted on and would not give up, she wasn't going to let the cancer beat her or the boy. She persisted in giving him and his parents hope that someday they would beat it.
The boys uncle was a very religious, in fact he was a Catholic priest and he too thought they could beat the cancer but with the help of God rather than mere medicine. So he tried prayer, laying on of the hands and anointing with oil, he held around the clock vigils with the faithful. He persisted in believing their faith could somehow provide them with the healing the boy needed. He persisted in telling them that there was still hope but the cancer just kept consuming the boy and one day to the dismay of the doctor and the priest the boy died, they both failed. So who really helped the boy? Was it the doctor? The priest? Or some other answer?
The boys uncle was a very religious, in fact he was a Catholic priest and he too thought they could beat the cancer but with the help of God rather than mere medicine. So he tried prayer, laying on of the hands and anointing with oil, he held around the clock vigils with the faithful. He persisted in believing their faith could somehow provide them with the healing the boy needed. He persisted in telling them that there was still hope but the cancer just kept consuming the boy and one day to the dismay of the doctor and the priest the boy died, they both failed. So who really helped the boy? Was it the doctor? The priest? Or some other answer?
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