Is there really a purpose for everything that happens?

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I have really thought deeply about this. When I look back at my life and all the tragedies and bad things that have befallen me, and it is really starting to make since. I recently purchased a home from a family that was desperate to move after tragically losing their twelve year old son in a car accident. Without really knowing the boy that died, I still realized in many ways that his death had a purpose. I know enough that somehow it affected everyone that knew him in some way. Though the life of one may never ever touch anyone in anyway, their death may change the life of many for the better. I have a cousin and an Aunt that were caught up in a flash flood. My nineteen year old cousin was eight months pregnant. She drowned and my Aunt hung on to a tree for three days until she was rescued. The tragedy was in the news headlines. Everyone that knew or heard of my cousin was shocked. She was a cute red head that lightened up the room when she walked in. She maintained a 4.0 gpa throughout high school and college. She was majoring to be a child physcologist. People in the family could not understand why. I soon found out that just about everyone in the family blamed themselves in some way for her death, including myself. I blamed myself becuase both my aunt and cousin were to come visit that weekend. It was Halloween. I had just found out some disturbing knews about my cousin and only recently told that she was going to have a baby. I knew for years that my cousin was sexually screwed up and children she babysat told be of her molesting them. I had caught her touching my baby nephew. I tried to make it known to the whole family, but no one could believe that about her. She seemed to be the perfect kid. I prayed to God that somehow he would not let her have this baby. I knew about her wanting to be a child pyschologist and begged him not to let her hurt anymore children. I believe that the Lord took her from this earth to save many lives. Not even her own mother could ever understand it how I do. Her mother has since gone psyco, and I have my suspicions of why. You see, the bad things we do, whether we are caught or not will catch up to us in one way or another. When we wonder why the heck someone stole from us it is useually payback for something we did to someone though we may have never even realized our wrong doing. When we have a flat when we are running late it very well could be the angels watching out for us, that we are not at the wrong intersection at the wrong time.