Why me?

After moving into a domestic violence shelter and after being diagnosed with cancer, I often asked "Why me?"  I kept thinking there must be some reason why God allowed these things to happen to me.  I would sometimes think that in the future maybe I was to help someone else going through the same situation.  Maybe there was something I would learn that would help me in the future.  Maybe I would meet someone who would become a lifelong friend.  I had no clue but I kept thinking that there must be some reason these bad things were happening to me. Why me?  I should learn to stop thinking of myself because maybe it wasn't all about me.

My daughter befriended another teenager while at a recent retreat for cancer patients and their families.  While the idea of my teen talking a boy I didn't know very well made me a little nervous, I found I liked the idea because she said it helped her to have someone to talk to who understood what she went through.  She told me her new friend also said he felt the same way.  Unfortunately his mother has a cancer that is not as easily treated as mine.  My daughter said she was up until almost midnight the other night talking with him.  His mother is in the hospital and according to my daughter "isn't doing very well."  I am glad she can be a comfort to another teen. It makes me feel like I'm going something right as a mother.

So, maybe my bad experiences were not necessarily about me.  Maybe my experiences have also placed other people in a position to be of service to others.