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So, I am not sure I believe in God anymore. Today my mom told me that my old bus driver, a man named Don, died of cancer last week. He was 62, and possibly one of the nicest men I have ever met in my life. He literally made every single country listening hour and a half bus ride to school exceptionally enjoyable. His smile warmed my day.
Why do people like Don, the nice people, have to suffer. I look at another man I know (going to remain nameless) who is a total and complete scum bag. I know this very personally. He is now in his 70s, obese, and he's been an alcoholic forever. Don was healthy and thin. How does one man live and the other die. Why does that happen?!?!
Why do people like Don, the nice people, have to suffer. I look at another man I know (going to remain nameless) who is a total and complete scum bag. I know this very personally. He is now in his 70s, obese, and he's been an alcoholic forever. Don was healthy and thin. How does one man live and the other die. Why does that happen?!?!