<human>: After months of soul-crushing applications and putting up false pretenses, I finally mustered up the courage to tell my parents that I really wanted to join the military instead of going to graduate school (as I had graduated just months prior.) I was expecting my parents to push back, but they were overwhelmingly supportive.

I went through all the requisite steps: meeting recruiters, talking about my options, assembling all the documents, asking for recommendations, etc. but it turns out that my congenital heart defect was enough to disqualify me from service altogether. I've been told that I could possibly receive a waiver once I proceed to the Military Entrance Processing Station (MEPS) some 5 months down the road, but I'm not terribly optimistic.

To say the least, I'm feeling pretty down and terribly embarrassed. I made a major life decision and it came crashing down in my face. I even had the gall to excitedly tell my friends that I was going to join the military! But to make things worse, my dad told me to cheer up because, "there is a plan" for me.

Now, I must note that my parents are very religious, but me? Not so much... I used to be very devout, but my life experiences have given me a different perspective on things like morality than those that my parents hold dear. I respect and love my parents dearly, but the remark made by my dad, while made with good intentions, just drove me up the wall. 

We had previously had talks about whether or not "God" had a plan for everyone, and we had concluded that it was something we could never answer. In fact, my dad had even told me that he had gotten angry at other people for saying the same thing when it came to one of our family members suddenly falling ill.

I don't know if my dad remembers that conversation, but I definitely do, and it's made me furious that he would be so hypocritical. But most of all, I'm mad at myself for not being to let it go, when as I said earlier, he only meant well.

Can you condense the text into a few key points?
<bot>: Received bad news that I literally have zero-control over. My dad said something to try and cheer me up, but it only made things worse.