In most of the early days of my life, I will attest, I claimed profusely my life was not all fair, by any means and did this often.
Life won't throw me a bone, I was just trying to shoplift some item, where's my opportunity I just wanted to steal these tools I need to repair my car, or eighty dollars worth of candy for my friends as the beloved Robin Hood did so many times, mind you while may parents were in the store for their own business! Angered, why is life not being fair to me, what do I need to do to get to give me a break?!
Humorous, of the most deliriously humorous thing I can think of right now, to put it in current terms of other language, LOL or ROFLMAO. Fairness, the balance of life that exists for us all.
Oh yes I was caught most times I attempted to steal anything. I was good at it for the most part, I got away with it more times then not, but those were not the times that offended me, it were the times I got caught I felt the need to cry to the heavens, why are you picking on me????
Life moves on, we all moved on as well, regardless of where we were in our lives or regardless if we new each other. Life should provide its moments of fairness when it sees fit, because later in your life you will be presented with situations that really are not fair in any way possible, those times you should look to the heavens and ask why me? Why are you no being fair to me now. I have improved my life tremendously, educated myself in many areas, Married the women/soul mate of mine, had three unbelievable children, so many great friends that I would not hesitate to all them family.
I ask you the same question I used to ask you years ago, "where is my beak?" "Why is it always the other guy?" "But, that is how it has always been, right life, it has always been the other guy who deserved the break." See I got a taste of the life I was trying to lead, and a taste is all I deserve, right.
I get to answer numerous times for my older son, "yes son I will be permanently died and won't com back, my daughter, why can't we get a miracle?" Unable to tell them how long I have left to lie, not that I would have told them if I knew.
Deciding to sit down and write letters to each of them expressing how much I love them, how and why they are such great kids. Try to reach out from the grave to provide some assistance to them that may helps them get over the death of their Father, a man they barely got to know. If I am to be called home, I will come home angry with many more questions.
There is so much let I want to do with my Wife and Kids and this unfairness is not an issue I thought I would ever have to deal with, let alone at the age of forty-one.
Signed- As Fair as life could be.
