Why Bad People

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Why do bad things happen to good people? Something I always pondered about. We see so many different people everyday. From parents, to grandparents, to siblings, to aunts and uncles, even strangers, most people spend their days growing old with their families. For example, today just a normal Tuesday afternoon going to work I see kids running around with their parents, grandparents going for a walk around the neighborhood, and I see aunts and uncles coming into work to buy shoes for their two year old niece. Family is a big part of my culture. But how much do we really think about how in a blink of an eye, you never know if you will see your family tomorrow. I guess we may need to rely on our faith a little to keep us safe and together right? …show more content…

Deciding to look up my uncle’s name on Google not sure what i’d find but I was curious and much older. I wanted to see what I would find because after his death, he was never talked about in my house, if you even brought it up everyone would be upset. I wondered if the internet would talk about his life; his death. Maybe talk about why heart murmurs happen or even how to prevent them, but what I found was more than I’d expected. While researching I found a picture on google it was a picture of my uncle before he died seeing the picture brought back so many memories, but what the picture showed was even worse. MURDER.. written in big letters, who killed Ozzy Conde? It was the question many had asked and at that moment hot tears rolled down my face, my heart sank, and I felt lied to. My parents never told any of us the true story. All those times they were supposedly looking for our new home; they were in court. All the times they said, “Your uncle died of a heart murmur,” It was to protect us. The fact that a loving man with a family could be so easily taken, it made me cringe in sadness, disgust, and pain. I wondered why God would let this happen, I began to question my faith, something our family has been brought up with, our belief system, it really was a part of our

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