Bad Things. Good people.

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Why do bad things happen to good people? I think it's because good people know how to handle the bad things that come their way. However, this must mean I am definitely not a good person because if something bad comes my way I tend to get pretty pissed. But that bad things that come my way are usually on a small scale.

Right now, I'm watching one of my friends deal with something I honestly don't know if I could deal with. To be honest, this kid is the definition of a good person. He's a great friend, he's nice to everyone, he's hilarious and he works hard to get what he wants. Unfortunately it's just not hard enough. He has worked hard for everything he has in life and now it's just not cutting it. My heart is literally breaking watching his world turn upside down, but he looked right at me and said, "This is just God's plan for me right now Erin. Everything will work out eventually. I'm going to take this time and make the best of it." WOW.

I wish that we could all have a positive attitude about our lives even if things aren't going our way. I'm so proud that my friend is able to push through this mess and see the best in the situation. I don't mean to sound like I'm preaching to the choir, but it's truly amazing the way this kid is looking at his life right now. Nothing is going how he planned it to, and he is 100% okay with that.

As much as I wish I could do something to help him out, I know that it's unnecessary because he's perfectly fine with doing his thing for the time being. I guess the moral of the story is yeah, bad things happen to good people, but you just have to make the most of every situation you have.

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