And people tend to avoid me. I try my best, but I'm having a hard time. And I wonder why God gave me these problems. That's silly, because I know absolutely delightful people with terrible handicaps, while other people I know are physically perfect people but hateful and unhappy. Stuff simply happens to us, Tammy, and it may have no connection whatever to anything we ever did.
Stuff simply happens.
People get sick when certain bacteria enter their bodies, bacteria that move without God sending them anywhere. Brain cells sometime fail to properly coordinate their activities, as is the case with your body, without God causing it. I don't intend to belittle in any way the enormous inconveniences you experience from your disability. It probably takes you an hour to get dressed. You can't drive.