His son lay in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. The machines beeped, the doctors whispered, and Musk—known for logic and science—felt powerless. He’d built rockets, revolutionized cars, but couldn’t fix this.
“I was angry,” he said. “I didn’t believe in anything anymore.”
But then, something shifted.
His son began to recover—slowly, miraculously. The doctors were stunned. Musk didn’t claim divine intervention, but he couldn’t ignore the timing. The rage gave way to reflection. The man who once mocked faith began to reconsider the possibility of something greater.
“I cursed God,” he said. “Then He saved my son.”
It wasn’t a conversion. It was a crack in the armor. A moment where science met surrender. And for Musk, it was the beginning of asking questions he’d spent years avoiding.
Because sometimes, even the most brilliant minds are humbled by the mysteries they can’t explain.
