I don't want to start a holy war but I just can't believe my God hands out cancer to kids or young mothers that have three small children (or anyone else for that matter) for no rhyme or reason. He couldn't possibly be that cruel. God can't be the one that allows the drunk driver to live while the family of 5 in the car he hit all die. My God couldn't be that unjust. The flip side to that I don't believe God gives one person a million dollar salary and another the winning lottery numbers.

The trial and tribulations we go through are a part of what life throws at us not God. God is there for me to lean on, to ask for advice and to give me strength. Sometimes he listens, sometimes he doesn't but hey he's a busy guy.

If anyone, and it could be the poorest of the poor or the sickest of the sick or some snot nose punk that didn't get a Gameboy for Christmas, complains about life being unfair in the U.S. needs to go live in the slums of Tegucigalpa, Honduras for a week. I say Tegucigalpa only because I've been there, but it could be any third world capital. Seeing it gave me a whole new appreciation for where I am from and what I have. No running water and open sewers demonstrates just how lucky we are in a very in your face way. It didn't make me take a vow of poverty or anything but I haven't complained a whole lot about fairness since.