My wife was stuck on the highway on Friday this week for a few hours, when the check engine light came on and the the van engine died on her while driving home from a visit to Brigham's house. Then the engine refused to turn over for her, despite a boost AND having gas in the tank. Hmm. As a result, our van is now sitting in Lethbridge at the repair shop waiting for diagnosis and, hopefully, a quick and inexpensive repair.
One way of looking at it: O, woe is me! Life is unfair and hard. The only luck I ever have is bad luck. Why do bad things happen despite our trying to do what is right and good?