Bad Things Happen To Good People

Samantha - Ocean Springs, Mississippi
Entered on March 23, 2009
Age Group: 18 - 30
Themes: setbacks

Bad Things Happen To Good People

I had six weeks to prepare for this essay. At first I went over hundreds of ideas of things I believe in and discarded them because I didn’t feel I was passionate enough about them. Within twenty-four hours of when I was about to sit down and write my essay a tragic incident reminded me of a strong belief I have held for years. That is that good things happen to bad people. I am one of those people that if I did not have bad luck I would have no luck at all.

Sunday I woke up and it was a beautiful day. I decided that I had been working far too hard with school, a full time job, and a 2 year old. I needed to get out and do something for me. I went to a creek that I had been going to for year parked my car and walked down to the beach. The sun was so warm and it was so relaxing just lying there doing absolutely nothing. There was another family there enjoying their day as well. When their daughter ran to get something out of their car she came back and informed me that the passenger window on my car was busted. I ran back up to the car to find my purse was gone. I have always had to much faith in humanity I guess and just shoved it under my passenger seat. I stood their in shock a thousand thoughts racing through my head. Like what was in my purse. Ok. I had all 5 credit cards in their, my bank card, my drivers license, my social security card, my digital camera with pictures of my daughter growing up, and all the money I had to my name.

At that moment in time oddly enough the first thought that popped in my head was I wonder if women realize how much of their lives are in that fifteen dollar bag. I reported what happened to the cops, and one officer who I will never forget helped me look through the woods and see if we could find anything.

I had lost my identity. I couldn’t prove I was me if I wanted to. I did what you’re supposed to do in the situation and canceled all the cards and my bank account. Even though I had done all of this I had gotten no where I could not get my drivers license because I had no money, I couldn’t get a new social security card because I didn’t have an ID, and I couldn’t withdraw the last nine dollars out of my account because I couldn’t fully prove that I was me.

I have never felt so helpless in my entire life. In this situation you are literally stuck. I was not totally surprised this happened to me because like I said earlier I am not new to the bad luck. When I was in high school some kids with pellet riffles shot out the back window of my car, I was severely burned on my face by fry grease while working for a fast food chain, and just the normal everyday bad luck that I encounter. I could honestly go on for days. I have never let it get me down though I am a very optimistic person. I figure there is a bright side to every situation. I am not writing this for any one to feel sorry or pity me, but more as a warning. Not everyone is a good person, and you can over trust humanity. Some may say I have not lived long enough to make this statement, but I don’t feel the length of your life shows the lessons you have learned. As of today (the day after the incident) I have gotten no where in getting my life back. I am thankful that I still have my life, and I know it could have been much worse. In the end there is only one way to sum it up I guess. I believe that bad things happen to good people.