“Why do you think bad things happen to good people?” I asked him abruptly. He took a moment to respond. “I don’t know,” he said at last. “As cruel as it is, I think it might just be bad luck.” “And you’re okay with that? You can go through life every day having accepted that?” He pat my back once with his hand. “I think I have to be okay with it. And I think that everyone struggles with it. Some people make themselves okay with it by believing that there’s a God with a plan, and that good people die because there’s something better waiting on the other side. For those of us who don’t believe
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