At a time when I feel my family is on top of the world, I keep hearing of tragedy after tragedy. It is almost enough to make me think that my good fortune is at the expense of others. I sure hope that isn't the case.
First Alex's friend from school dies of cancer. Then I learn that one of my cousins has a son who, at 16, just killed himself. Then I hear of my cousin/aunt being found hanged by a chain in her garage. Then we get news that one of Brad's friends had gotten into a horrific car accident back in January. Now, today, I learned that an incredibly nice guy who built some shelves for us nearly cut his hand off with a table saw! Good grief!!
I'm thankful every minute of every day for what I have. This stuff almost makes me feel guilty though. What have I done to deserve such bliss when these people are going through hell? My dreams keep coming true and theirs get crushed or eliminated altogether. It makes no sense.
Having things go so well makes me nervous at times. It is like I'm waiting for the bad stuff to start.