10/06/2026
Sometimes the worst things happen to the best people.
But why??
I’ve seen some folks get more than their fair share of the hard knocks. People who have lived pretty consistently, treated people well, and stayed kind through things that could have made them bitter. And I’ve thought, seriously? This person? Again?
I’ve heard people blame God. I’ve questioned the fairness of it myself. How much more does one person have to take?
Recently, I was writing a card to someone, and this thought came out: Sometimes the worst things happen to the best people, so that the best people can help the rest of us with the worst things.
I don’t know if that explains anything. But I know I’ve watched it happen.
Someone survives something brutal, and eventually they become the person who can help someone else survive it. They know what it takes to get off the floor. They understand why you’re angry, why you’re scared, and why “stay positive” might make you want to throw something.
Life doesn’t discriminate. Cancer, death, loss, divorce, bankruptcy, failure. Being kind doesn’t get you a pass. Neither does doing everything “right.” Sometimes s**t happens, and there’s no explanation that makes it feel fair.
But these people. Holy moly.
Another hard thing lands, and you wonder how they’re still standing. You ask, “Do you think we can get through this?” And somehow they give you a confident, “Yeah.” Sometimes followed by, “And if it doesn’t go the way we hope, we’ll figure that out too.”
There’s an acceptance there that I find hard to explain. They know how brutal life can be. They’ve stopped needing it to be fair before they decide how they’re going to live.
Of all the things I believe in, I believe these teachers of hardship and 💩 sandwiches are gifts.
Look around. You’ve seen them. You’ve known them. You might be one of them.
Thank you for being a gift, even when life has handed you some truly awful things. ❤️
