When Good Things Happen to Good People Look, I know I am lucky. I have a roof over my head, I have a car to transport me, I have a steady income, and I get to spend my days and nights with the love of my life. I also acknowledge my “privilege” – a term used often these days to refer to those who have a built-in “advantage” in life to make things easier (my definition, not Webster’s): I am white, I am an American, I am straight, I have no disability, and I am middle class. So I am lucky. And, dare I say it, I think I am good. As in, a good person . I have a kind heart, I think of others (often before myself, though I am working on that…), and I am caring. And do you know what I think? I think that, contrary to the saying and the popular book title, that sometimes GOOD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE. Not BECAUSE they are good, mind you. And I am not saying that only good things happen to good people. I have had plenty of shitty things befall me. My mom died when I