Facebook

Twitter

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Racial Tolerance: Charlottesville was NOT a Total Eclipse of the Heart


Miracle Girl: Racial Tolerance: Charlottesville was NOT a Total Eclipse of the Heart

Like the Great American Eclipse, the light of racial tolerance has proven to be far stronger than the retreating darkness of hate. Indeed, the casual ease between every shade and ethnicity is so commonplace that we don't even notice it. 
Take that, Richard Spencer. 


Posted by at
Labels: , , , , , , ,

3 comments:

  1. takesurveyJanuary 2, 2021 at 2:58 AM

    Jared Jewelry offering a chance to win a $1,000 Jared Gift Card to get from the Jared Jewelry Customer Satisfaction Survey to the survey takers who are the regular customer of Jared Jewelry Store and take this Jared Customer Satisfaction Survey at survey.jared.com.click here….

    ReplyDelete
  2. AnonymousAugust 11, 2026 at 1:08 PM

    B9D62E50
    Antep
    Bolu
    Sivas
    Artvin
    Konya
    Karaman
    Düzce
    Yozgat
    Kırşehir

    ReplyDelete
  3. AnonymousAugust 26, 2026 at 3:21 PM

    11E74305
    Selçuklu
    Seferihisar
    Ortaköy
    Ünye
    Bornova
    Söke
    Yalıkavak
    Akyaka
    Bodrum

    ReplyDelete

Thank you for your comment!

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Contact me!

Name

Email *

Message *

Coma Girl

Coma Girl

Not a miracle recovery, but a miracle of modern medicine

In 2013 I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died after I contracted legionella. The Legionnaire's disease was in turn triggered by immunosuppression caused by the prednisone I was taking for my rare autoimmune disease, dermatomyositis.

I suffered a series of strokes on both sides of my brain when the sepsis caused my blood pressure to plummet. I fell into a deep coma. My kidneys and lungs began to fail, as my body was began dying one organ at a time. My doctors told my loved ones to give up hope for my full recovery. They expected me to die, and even if I somehow lived, I would remain a vegetable or at best left so hopelessly brain-damaged that I would never be same. But unbeknownst to them, while they were shining lights in my eyes and shaking their heads, I was telling them in my coma-dream--my secular version of a near-death experience--to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep. I was experiencing what is known as covert cognition, the subject of my Skeptical Inquirer article "Covert Cognition: My So-Called Near-Death Experience," which appeared in their July/August issue.

But it wasn't a miracle--despite what so many continue to believe--that I recovered so fully. I owe my life not to God, but the miracles of modern medicine, as well as the nature of the watershed-area brain damage I suffered, as I detailed in my article and in this blog.