Thu. Jun 30th, 2022

He’s an amazing person, an amazing guy and ultimately an amazing doctor too.

He was famous because he had a lot of friends who loved and cared for him. He was also married to a beautiful woman with a chic, stylish house. Dr. Gregory House is not only an amazing doctor, he’s also an interesting character of whom you might have heard many times before.
He once had a run-in with the CFO of GE Healthcare who actually wanted him dead because he couldn’t afford to pay him back the $250 million debt that was owed to him. On another occasion, he almost killed a prominent congressman in Washington D.C. because of a simple medical diagnosis which cost the politician his wife.
None of these are reasons why Dr. Gregory House is so famous, it’s mainly because he’s a maverick billionaire who also got into a fist fight with three men in an underground car park and that he also went to jail for spitting on the face of another man and insulting his wife while he was drunk at a nightclub in New York City.

you look at him and tell me there's a god
you look at him and tell me there’s a god

And yet there are some days where you don’t want to see him because you know it could get bad between us again . . .

But when you look at him and tell me there’s a god, that doesn’t make sense to me. You look at him and tell me there’s a god? You look at him and tell me we’re all going to be okay? His eyes are wide with fear and pain, but you tell me that there’s a god. I know he doesn’t want to hurt me anymore, but I’m not sure if he knows that we’re going to be okay.
This is one of the opening lines of a poem written by Sarah M. Cairns on the topic of her relationship with her husband and their personal struggles and successes over time before they both came out to their families as gay at age 28 after struggling for 7 years in the closet. The poem was written for a contest that Sarah won, and she wishes to share her experience with the world as a way to help others who are in relationships with someone who is struggling with their sexual identity.

you look at him and tell me there's a god
you look at him and tell me there’s a god

And then other days, when things seem fine between us, you are just so happy to see him because of something stupid like clapping at his speech or congratulating him on his work or just simply liking his pictures on Facebook or Instagram etc…

I just don’t get it. I can’t. I can say: “There’s no god” but . . . how can I say that when I look at him and tell me there’s a god? How can I say there’s no god when he is a good man? What gives?
Back in high school, I used to be really religious. In fact, at the time, I was a bible major. To this day, my favorite verses in the Bible are 2 Corinthians 12:7 and Romans 8:28. But by senior year, I had sort of lost my faith. It probably didn’t help that I was going through late teen angst and all the social pressure to define myself as a person who believed or did not believe in God based on my actions; i . e . drinking, pre-marital sex, etc. I had already allowed myself to be labeled a “bible major” and then I allowed myself be lumped in with all the other “christians” who have their own personal definition of faith (let me rephrase that: I was lumped in with the Christians who have their own personal definition of what it means to have faith).

you look at him and tell me there's a god
you look at him and tell me there’s a god

He tells me these “Silly little things” make up half of what makes people

I have learned to see myself in him, in the way he speaks and the way he moves and I know that all this time I’ve been trying to work on me. I have been working on my flaws, my quirks and trying to find the good in myself. All this time I was missing half of myself the whole time,the light and the dark.
I now know that he too had struggled with his own demons and fallen prey to his own faults of ignorance. But this boy who I used to hate because he did not seem as free as me, is now one of the reasons I am so free today.
I know he has been a lot of things to me, and because of his many facets I have come a long way. And this is why I am writing this letter to you, Dear Reader, as if I were him.

you look at him and tell me there's a god
you look at him and tell me there’s a god