Sometimes I ask why

Yesterday my good friend had a nasty surprise. She's facing a car repair that will cost nearly two grand. Now she'll have a more frugal Christmas and will have to postpone a couple of things she was really looking forward to doing.

Why do things like this happen to good people? I don't know the answer but can't help but think there's a reason. What if she avoided a car accident by not having her car for a few days? What if by postponing her plans for that cash she takes a different direction and gets a better result? I'm glad we'll never know what might have been.

I also ask why I'm where I am. Why I'm in this single life again. What is my purpose and where will I end up? A crystal ball would be fascinating. But do I want to know?

Sometimes I don't ask why. One of the kindest, most vivatious women on this planet was struck with cancer in three parts of her body earlier this year. After surgery, chemo and radiation, she's hopeful. Cancer stole at least eight months of her life and left her family in a financial challenge. And over this holiday season, I'll bet she still lights up every room she walks into.

Love to the single girls.
Addison