My sister’s daughter, Olivia, was born a couple of weeks ago. She was very sick when she was born; she stopped breathing twice in the first few hours. They kept her in the hospital for a week, during which my sister didn’t sleep and just hung around outside the infant ICU until the doctors finally declared Olivia ready to go home. She’s there now, doing well, and it looks like everything’s alright.
My friend's son, Max, was born at the beginning of the week. He, too, was very sick, just like Olivia, and had to stay in the hospital. Unlike Olivia, though, he died last night. This is too awful for words.
What was the difference between Max and Olivia? Why did the one live and the other die? What whim of fate decided this, and what possible purpose is served by it? I’m sorry, I have so many questions, but none that aren’t clichés.
I’m outraged by this, but there’s no one to yell at. I hate it when something is nobody’s fault. I like to have someone to be angry at. If it was your fault, dear reader, I would have someone to blame. But whose ass do I kick for this? What name do I put on my shitlist? Whose head do I break the bottle over?
This is why people believe in God, isn’t it? It's so that, when something tragic happens, they have someone to blame. They can rage helplessly and vengefully at the sky and believe that someone is listening, that there's someone responsible that they can hurt.
My friend's son, Max, was born at the beginning of the week. He, too, was very sick, just like Olivia, and had to stay in the hospital. Unlike Olivia, though, he died last night. This is too awful for words.
What was the difference between Max and Olivia? Why did the one live and the other die? What whim of fate decided this, and what possible purpose is served by it? I’m sorry, I have so many questions, but none that aren’t clichés.
I’m outraged by this, but there’s no one to yell at. I hate it when something is nobody’s fault. I like to have someone to be angry at. If it was your fault, dear reader, I would have someone to blame. But whose ass do I kick for this? What name do I put on my shitlist? Whose head do I break the bottle over?
This is why people believe in God, isn’t it? It's so that, when something tragic happens, they have someone to blame. They can rage helplessly and vengefully at the sky and believe that someone is listening, that there's someone responsible that they can hurt.
