I always find it funny when people tell me that "God gave me a second chance at life" after I suffered from my stroke in 2013... i do take a bit of offense to it and also laugh it off and tell them that a big part of me doesn't see it that way.
I also find it ... i wouldn't say amusing, but i guess more of a (to quote Jordan B. Peterson) "aha, gotcha!" Moment when these people say "But he saved you! He spared you! How can you not believe in him?" And I refute it with "well why is it your God that saved me... maybe it was Allah, or Odin, or mother nature??" And when they say it's not possible because they don't believe those gods exist, I reply by telling them that they now know my answer.

Seriously.. people who suffer from life traumas/disabilities/etc have a very rough life. There are days you just think of ending it, because so much rides against you. When you have a never-ending impairment, a life-long ailment that'll be with you until the day you die.. those days you feel emasculated, useless, worthless..

"But God saved you!"

Really? Did he really save me?

I'd hardly call living day to day with the full numbers and loss of senses as being "saved". The trauma of physical impairments, loss of functionality physically & mentally that you had so finely sharpened before the trauma... learning and finding ways to rebuild yourself from damn-near ground zero could be looked at as a fresh start, sure.. if I was a newborn child with no life experiences as baggage to remind me of what I once was and had.

To say "God spared/saved me".. with this? No.

I don't buy it.