Why me? Why is it my fate to have all this bad luck? It is easy to slip into this kind of thinking; it is easy to lie around feeling sorry for myself. And it never lasts long, because the question quickly morphs in my brain to something else. Why NOT me? Who would I prefer to give this to? I can never come up with an answer to that. No matter how many people I think of, I can never actually come up with a name or a vision of someone who should have this instead of me. I am strong and I can handle this. Maybe that is why it is me. Maybe there is no good reason it is me; maybe it is just luck of the draw. Whatever the reason, it is mine to bear; I can handle this.