A woman diagnosed with breast cancer tries to answer the question:
The only answer to the question “Why me?” is this: Because bad stuff happens to everyone, and this is what happened to me. One of my closest friends struggled with infertility. That’s her short straw. Another friend’s marriage fell apart. Another friend gave birth to a stillborn child. Look closely enough and you’ll see that everyone has a short straw or two in their lives.I’ll never know why I got cancer. What I do know is that the sooner I let go of the need to find something or someone to blame, the sooner I’ll be able to put cancer behind me and enjoy life, however long or short it may be. Only when I accept the sometimes cruel randomness of fate will I be able to call myself a survivor.
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Good Lord! I didn’t think there were any adults left in this world.
It seems that way. But there are in fact plenty. They just aren’t mugging for the camera on TV, aren’t getting the attention of the press for glorified childishness, aren’t narcissistically clamoring for our attention on the internet. Or pushing themselves into our faces, like small children, at work and elsewhere.
They just go through life doing their job, cleaning up their own messes, and not taking themselves so damned seriously.