I believe that there isn’t always a good or a bad side to a situation. My parents told me that there is a better side to every situation and at first I believed them because they were my parents. Then as I got older and more random killings started to happen, I started to question that philosophy. While I was watching the news at the age of ten, it had a story of an Amish school teacher. He was a normal, everyday school teacher who walked into the classroom and took attendance and lunch count. Then he gave the kids their papers and let them look at what grade they got before he pulled out a gun. At first the kids just stared at him, but then one of them scream and he shot the kid instantly. One of the attendants jumped out of the building window and called the cops. When the cops showed up the teacher had hostages. When the cops wouldn’t leave, the teacher fired down the row of kids and killed all of them. He shot himself after that and it was over.
I asked my parents the bright side of that and they said, “Well, at least he’s dead.”
I didn’t think that was a very bright, bright side. The fact that he died and took fifteen other people with him is not a good side. I wish that the fact that he died was good, but his background portrays him as a non-violent, very helpful man.
I continued to challenge my parents on this theory when a semi truck crashed into a mini van and killed a little girl and her mom as well as the driver. They didn’t even answer when that happened. If I still thought that there is a good side to every situation I would think that no matter what happens that everything is going to be okay and the world is perfect. This theory really can be a good one but it is too overused and people can’t see what is really going on. Some people prefer to be oblivious to the bad but I prefer to see both bad and good. When there isn’t one of the two’ I can accept it.
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