The World

I know this isn't about English, but it's something that hits close to home with me.

Yesterday, my brother's girlfriend's 12-year-old cousin was killed. Not in an accident and definitely not by natural causes. He was beaten to death by an adult. Things like this make me wonder and really question the existence of a God. Honestly, I haven't believed in one since my brother's accident. I don't understand why bad things happen to good people. My brother was only 22 and ended up paralyzed and in a wheelchair, forced to deal with so many problems. If that wasn't enough, three months later, his best friend Shane was killed in a car accident. Not on impact, but he suffered a slow and painful death. He burned alive. Shane left behind a newborn, Gage, who has become part of my family. Awful things happen in this world every single day and I'm really starting to wonder why. I honestly think that the whole idea of a god was created in order to explain events that can't really be explained and to offer a sense of comfort. Some things just shouldn't happen.