I'm thinking back to the guy I went to high school with, who was hurt bad about a year after we graduated. Like, put into a coma, where he stayed until his death five years later.
I happened in less than a second, via a bad car wreck.
Apparently god didn't need him to be perfect. Or need him to be anything else either. Life is a bitch when you've been t-boned by a guy who ran a stop sign. Especially if there is indeed a god who doesn't care.
Of course, if he is real, he stopped caring way back when he made rattlesnakes and grizzly bears and mosquitos.
If he isn't real, all of the above simply falls into the "sh*t happens" category, which makes a lot more sense.