I found out that something horrible happened to an old friend of mine today. Actually, probably my oldest friend in the world. And it made me think about a lot of very deep, meaningful things. I wonder how all of the bad things in the world seem to happen to a select small group of people. I wonder how I got so lucky. And I wonder why it was Bethany instead of me.
I say, fairly often, that I think I’m the luckiest girl in the world. And I mean it. I have the most amazing friends and family. I have cousins that are like siblings to me and a brother who is one of my best friends. I have the best parents anyone could ask for, and a roommate who’s basically another member of my family. I have found friends that I can count on no matter what happens in life, and I know I will stay close with them forever. And although I’ve experienced some sad and difficult things, the joyful ones will always outweigh and outnumber them.
I completely understand, as I think most people do, why Mother Teresa questioned her faith. Knowing that horrible things can happen to innocent people is so awful, so unfathomable, that it’s hard to think someone or something that was “in control” would let them happen. I believe in the general goodness of life, but it’s really hard when such terrible things happen to such good people.
Thank you, world, for the life you’ve given me. I don’t understand it, but thank you.