Genesis 18:21, “I will go down now, and see whether they have done altogether according to the cry of it, which is come unto me; and if not, I will know.”
When I went for my first neck surgery at Cedars-Sinai Hospital in June of 2009, the nurses had about 40 probes connected to me before the surgery. I had asked the hospital what would be done with my wallet during the surgery and the woman the day before casually told me they'd just put it in a safe, no big deal. But what she didn't tell me was that a thug security guard would rifle through my wallet without even asking for my permission. My wife has never gone through my wallet because out of respect she feels funny doing so. I am glad I have a considerate wife. Yet, that creepy guard at Cedars-Sinai Hospital had no respect for me as a human being. Clearly he does not know God.
I laid there in a hospital bed with wires connected to my body monotiling my vitals. I was worried about my surgery just minutes away, and I felt helpless as I watched the guard remove every item from my wallet, writing the contents down on a sheet of paper. I felt like I was being raped in my hospital bed. I know why I remained silent as he violated my person, because I was being prepared for surgery and it seemed so much more important than my feelings at the time. I felt scared and overwhelmed. I didn't want to end up paralyzed if something went wrong.
Oh, how I regret staying quiet that day! I wish to God I had kindly told the guard that if he needed to go through my wallet, I would have cancelled the surgery until another day. I would have firmly told that abusive guard, “Excuse me, you are NOT going through my wallet!”
But the rotten ungodly guard did go through my wallet without my consent, examining everything (dozens of items) in my wallet, item by item, writing it all down (no doubt so I couldn't come back later and accuse the hospital of stealing my stuff). I have so often been angry at myself for letting that inconsiderate guard violate my privacy, when I should have kindly told him that there's no way in Heaven or Hell he is going into my wallet.
After my surgery, due to the mental trauma I experienced that morning, the nurse said that my heart was racing 200 mph during the surgery and they had to slow it down to save my life. I was so overwhelmed that I remained silent. I should have told the nurses that their security guard just raped me before my surgery. NO ONE has ever gone through my personal wallet, not even my wife, except that POS rent-a-cop.
I humbly believe that God will some day avenge us of even deeply hurt feelings (Matthew 12:36; Proverbs 24:12). Romans 8:32, “He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?” I want everyone who has ever hurt my feelings to be held accountable by God in my presence, and for those whose feelings I have hurt likewise I want to apologize to them (if I haven't already).
This is one of many painful situations in my life where I regret not speaking up. It would have made all the difference in my world, if I had simply defended my own honor that day as a human being. Instead, I reluctantly allowed that guard to violate my privacy by not speaking up. I was overwhelmed concerning the major neck surgery just moments away. People can be so abusive and cruel without even realized it, but I firmly believe that the guard knew exactly what he was doing that day, being a heartless inconsiderate abusive thug!
Regarding that horrible incident and several other problems, I earnestly complained multiple times to the hospital's human resources office and doctors alike, but they all coldly brushed me off. The hospital mailed me an insincere form letter (that they purchase from the stationary store by the box full), saying essentially: “Too bad, so sad, see ya!” I was so deeply hurt.
I ended up back in the Emergency Room the day after my surgery, because the hospital abandoned me and stuck me in a cab instead of driving me home. To get into traffic, the cab driver gunned the gas pedal and my head lunged back. The pain was excruciating. I was readmitted into the hospital the next day, but they refused to give me enough pain medication for my agonizing neck pain.
What a dung hole at Cedars-Sinai Hospital! I would NEVER step foot into that accursed place again. I wouldn't trust them with our Cockapoo dog. Cedars-Sinai abuses, mistreat, victimizes and kills people! Ecclesiastes 8:12-13, “Though a sinner do evil an hundred times, and his days be prolonged, yet surely I know that it shall be well with them that fear God, which fear before him: But it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he prolong his days, which are as a shadow; because he feareth not before God.”
When I went for my first neck surgery at Cedars-Sinai Hospital in June of 2009, the nurses had about 40 probes connected to me before the surgery. I had asked the hospital what would be done with my wallet during the surgery and the woman the day before casually told me they'd just put it in a safe, no big deal. But what she didn't tell me was that a thug security guard would rifle through my wallet without even asking for my permission. My wife has never gone through my wallet because out of respect she feels funny doing so. I am glad I have a considerate wife. Yet, that creepy guard at Cedars-Sinai Hospital had no respect for me as a human being. Clearly he does not know God.
I laid there in a hospital bed with wires connected to my body monotiling my vitals. I was worried about my surgery just minutes away, and I felt helpless as I watched the guard remove every item from my wallet, writing the contents down on a sheet of paper. I felt like I was being raped in my hospital bed. I know why I remained silent as he violated my person, because I was being prepared for surgery and it seemed so much more important than my feelings at the time. I felt scared and overwhelmed. I didn't want to end up paralyzed if something went wrong.
Oh, how I regret staying quiet that day! I wish to God I had kindly told the guard that if he needed to go through my wallet, I would have cancelled the surgery until another day. I would have firmly told that abusive guard, “Excuse me, you are NOT going through my wallet!”
But the rotten ungodly guard did go through my wallet without my consent, examining everything (dozens of items) in my wallet, item by item, writing it all down (no doubt so I couldn't come back later and accuse the hospital of stealing my stuff). I have so often been angry at myself for letting that inconsiderate guard violate my privacy, when I should have kindly told him that there's no way in Heaven or Hell he is going into my wallet.
I was abused, violated and mistreated at Cedar Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles in 2009. I pray for God to avenge me of the years of suffering, grief and pain of soul that guard caused me that day. It's a painful memory that I've had a hard time shaking off to forget. My only consolation is that he is likely a child of the Devil, which explains his abusive Satanic nature; but I am a child of the King, my Lord Jesus.
After my surgery, due to the mental trauma I experienced that morning, the nurse said that my heart was racing 200 mph during the surgery and they had to slow it down to save my life. I was so overwhelmed that I remained silent. I should have told the nurses that their security guard just raped me before my surgery. NO ONE has ever gone through my personal wallet, not even my wife, except that POS rent-a-cop.
I humbly believe that God will some day avenge us of even deeply hurt feelings (Matthew 12:36; Proverbs 24:12). Romans 8:32, “He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?” I want everyone who has ever hurt my feelings to be held accountable by God in my presence, and for those whose feelings I have hurt likewise I want to apologize to them (if I haven't already).
If I were the LORD I sure would avenge my children of hurt feelings, and I'm just a guilty sinner, but God is perfect an holy and omniscient. I want those mean people held accountable for what they caused, even if that guard thought he was just doing his job. To be ethical, he should have asked me first for my consent, to be sensitive and show some humanity. God gave me a big heart as a fundamentalist Baptist preacher, but the flip-side of having a large heart is that I very easily get my feelings deeply wounded. It doesn't take much. I don't give it out (i.e., Smart Alec comments), because I admittedly don't take such gesturing well.
This is one of many painful situations in my life where I regret not speaking up. It would have made all the difference in my world, if I had simply defended my own honor that day as a human being. Instead, I reluctantly allowed that guard to violate my privacy by not speaking up. I was overwhelmed concerning the major neck surgery just moments away. People can be so abusive and cruel without even realized it, but I firmly believe that the guard knew exactly what he was doing that day, being a heartless inconsiderate abusive thug!
Regarding that horrible incident and several other problems, I earnestly complained multiple times to the hospital's human resources office and doctors alike, but they all coldly brushed me off. The hospital mailed me an insincere form letter (that they purchase from the stationary store by the box full), saying essentially: “Too bad, so sad, see ya!” I was so deeply hurt.
I ended up back in the Emergency Room the day after my surgery, because the hospital abandoned me and stuck me in a cab instead of driving me home. To get into traffic, the cab driver gunned the gas pedal and my head lunged back. The pain was excruciating. I was readmitted into the hospital the next day, but they refused to give me enough pain medication for my agonizing neck pain.
So, I told the useless nurse that I was reluctantly leaving the hospital to go home, because there was no use for me to stay if they wouldn't treat my pain. They couldn't contact the doctor because she was away for the weekend having fun. As I began to leave, the witch nurse threatened to have security come grab me if I left the hospital. So, I laid back down, not wanting to deal with more Nazi guards. I was so angry with the whole damn hospital. They also mixed up my surgery chart with another man before the surgery.
16 years ago, I wrote dozens of angry articles against Cedars-Sinai if you want all the painful details. This is an open book. I pray earnestly for justice from God. I want the hospital and everybody involved to be held fully accountable by God. I want heads to roll...
- https://www.lovethetruth.com/health/hospital_abuse.htm
- https://www.lovethetruth.com/health/bad_hospitals.htm
- https://www.lovethetruth.com/.../abused_at_cedars_sinai.htm
- https://www.lovethetruth.com/health/lousy_hospitals.htm
- https://www.lovethetruth.com/health/hospital_scam.htm
- https://www.lovethetruth.com/health/worst_hospitals.htm
- https://www.lovethetruth.com/health/worsthospitals.htm
There's a mountain of angry abused patients who are victims of Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles. In their utter incompetence, Cedars-Sinai Hospital killed actor Bill Paxton (1955-2017). They killed a man's pregnant wife, and they are racists at Cedars-Sinai Hospital! I could lists umpteen more injustices committed by Cedars-Sinai Hospital, many of which have become high profile lawsuits and federal investigations. What evil monsters!
What a dung hole at Cedars-Sinai Hospital! I would NEVER step foot into that accursed place again. I wouldn't trust them with our Cockapoo dog. Cedars-Sinai abuses, mistreat, victimizes and kills people! Ecclesiastes 8:12-13, “Though a sinner do evil an hundred times, and his days be prolonged, yet surely I know that it shall be well with them that fear God, which fear before him: But it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he prolong his days, which are as a shadow; because he feareth not before God.”
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