My 3 year old grandson, Brigham, broke his leg early this month in a tobogganing incident. A tricky spiral break near the top of the femur. As a result, he gets to wear a full body cast from the chest down, with a metal bar securing the cast from ankle to ankle, for the next month or so. These things happen.
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?
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?
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