I firmly believe that there's a reason for everything that happens. I remember when I was first diagnosed with cancer, "Why me, God? What is the reason for this." I didn't get an answer that day. Now I figure that surviving cancer made me a stronger and compassionate person.

This certainly doesn't answer the question of why the world seems to be full of people who do horrendous things to each other. But it makes ME feel better. And I think it does matter to God that someone feels better.

Does that make sense?