I'll admit I don't necessarily see the hand of a deity in everything that happens, but I do think that things happen for a reason. If someone makes an attempt at something and fails horribly for one reason or another, then that person simply wasn't ready to do that thing at that time, either psychologically or physically. They may not have had all of the training they needed or have been as confident as they needed to be. It doesn't mean the person won't be ready another time in their life, just that they weren't ready at the time they tried and failed. I also firmly believe that life tends to work itself out if we let it. After cancer, the early death of one parent, a serious split and then reunion with the other -- she threatened to take my child away from me at one point -- a bad marriage to an emotionally abusive husband, a pending divorce and then sudden widowhood following his suicide, and serious financial troubles over and over, I can freely admit that nothing at all will be the end of the world for me -- at least until I get hit by a bus and killed. Things may get bad, but they'll always get better as well. We just have to enjoy what we can when life is at it's lowest -- even if the only thing to enjoy is the feeling of the air expanding our lungs (yeah, been there) -- and let it happen.