Every year, my brother and I do a week long motorcycle trip together. This year’s version consisted of driving rain, hail, broken tent poles, three inches of water in my basement at home, two flooded vehicles and a wind so strong that it blew us off the highway and into the ditch. It was the worst vacation ever! Standing on the on the side of the road in the middle of North Dakota with rain pounding down on me, I began to think, “This should not be happening to me! I am a nice guy who tries to help people all the time. I deserve better than this!” Honestly, though, that is not true. In fact, it is not even logical. Bad things happen all the time, so why should I be exempt from them? Logically speaking, bad things ought to happen to me once in a while. ...