Who do you turn to as an atheist for help? Do you simply accept your fate without another source of hope?

Thank you for the question.

Answer to question 1:
If I need help, I turn to friends, or other people who are close to me.They would be amazed at how helpful people can be when they realize that they are making every effort themselves, but still need some help to get off the mark. If you help yourself, you can help more easily.

Who are they turning to?

Answer to question 2
I don’t know what they mean by Schickasal, but my decisions and actions have taken me to a point in my life where I can and am extremely carefree and cheerful (at the moment, and sometimes apart from small things).On top of that, I have a special talent. I’m a stand-up man. When I sit in the basement hole, I see the beautiful ladies’ legs strolling past the window, which motivates me to find a way outside.

I would think that in our latitudes fate is (more or less) what one makes of it.(apart from illness or accident, although illness is often caused by unhealthy lifestyles, and accidents caused by care or careless action)

Hope is imagination and wishful thinking.Hope has absolutely nothing to do with reality. Justified optimism, a basic mental attitude that I personally like very much, is already a little closer to reality (depending, of course, on the reasoning).

On a foreign continent, in a foreign country about 30 years ago, I suddenly found myself penniless, unemployed and without a work permit, on the street.So I had to make some essential decisions.
After that, my last $40 (Can) didn’t go up in the bottle, or in lottery tickets, but in a monthly subscription in a Kung Fu studio, a plastic bucket and a window cleaner (squeegee).

I didn’t want to learn kung fu now, but if I wanted to introduce myself to work with any strangers every day, I had to be showered and clean.

With water buckets and squeegee, I then marched up and down Young Street and offered my shop windows cleaning service, 2 dollars per window. (Car windshields had too much competition because it’s easier) That brought with it on a good day, after 15 km to walk with water bucket, 40 dollars. But now I was in an expensive cosmopolitan city, 40′ didn’t take me far, only when I learned to stay at home and to cover half of it. Luckily it was early summer, the nights in the park were balmy and it was hardly raining. After a month I had enough to rent a basement room, with cooking facilities (barbecue in the garden) and communal toilet (Gulli with water hose in the garage)
It was adventurous, but I was really happy it went up, I had a place to sleep, enough to eat and I was healthy.

Another month later, the old, kind owner of a special toy shop gave me the task of gradually cleaning up and restoring her old shop, including stock.After a while, Libby trusted me enough to have her private garden at home. We also drank some lemonade together, in their wonderful garden.
In the middle of summer I moved into a one-room apartment.A good year later, the work in the store had become less and less, and I set out to find full-time work, which I soon found thanks to my renewed self-confidence. Libby and I remained good friends, she will be remembered.

Hope or prayer had nothing to do with the whole affair, not even with the ‘adverse’ circumstances that had ‘put’ me in the mentioned starting position.

I was still a Christian at the time, but I didn’t have the time to pray or pray.

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