That day, I asked my father why a stupid truck had killed my friend. That’s the first time I recall hearing him say, “Life’s not fair. So?” He didn’t say it with any bitterness. He said it without breaking the rhythm of the toss and catch or altering the tone of his voice. Life is unfair. The ball soars up in the air and comes down. Sometimes you make the play, sometimes you don’t. So? You pay more attention next time, and keep your head in the game until the last out.
