I don't get to see much TV anymore. But, I did see a bit of news on Haiti's recovery from the earthquake that struck there one year ago this month. The photos from last year and this year were so pitiful.
One young Haitian boy was shown lying in a pile of rubble screaming "WHY, WHY?" repeatedly. That "WHY" keeps echoing through my mind.
I am not able to make up a story for myself to explain the why that caused Jim's accident. Yesterday one of the paraplegics on the bus to Target said that his accident was God's way of slowing him down. I'm sure that thought gives him some peace. But, it's just that - his thought.
There may be a "why" for what happens in our lives. I'm personally not willing to construct an answer for myself. I know that this goes against what many religious people think. They tell themselves that it's God's will. That may be the answer but it gives me no solace. It does not repair the lives of the tragic victims in Haiti or mine.
I think that the "why" is unknowable. It happened and it really sucks. We have to deal the hand we are dealt. Crafting a story to give our lives meaning is just that - a story.