Bad things happen in threes

By Jacque Miller

Advertising Director

An old wives tale says, “Bad things happen in threes”… Is this the truth?

The universe doesn’t work like that, does it? So why does it seem like when you are down and out this rule tends to apply? Are bad things following me around, where misfortune is piled upon misfortune?

I just bought a new $500 TV that broke during my recent move. This piled upon the misfortune of a housing contract falling through for the second time, and did I mention the new washer I bought doesn’t spin the clothes hard enough to drain all the water? That’s three misfortunes right?

All of this seems like a detriment in the moment; however, this wasn’t a simple realization for me. It hardly ever is. It took a recent mass travesty in my hometown of El Paso, Texas in order for me to take a step back and realize that my world was/is not crashing down, as I know it. I do not have the fear and unrest the people of El Paso do just going to the grocery store. I did not loose any family or know anyone in the mass shooting, but hearing the fear in my mother’s voice as she called to check in and let me know that they were ok, was when I realized how minute my problems are. For those unaware 20 people were killed and dozens more injured on Aug. 3 in a massacre at an El Paso, Walmart that was packed with back-to-school shoppers, making it one of the deadliest mass shootings in U.S. history, according to reports.

My problems… well most problems for that matter are nothing in comparison to the weeks ahead for the families and people of El Paso as they come together to become #ElPasoStrong again and move on from such a horrendous attack.

A 2-month-old child will grow up without a mother and a father, among many other families who lost sisters, brother, aunts and uncles. So, why do bad things have to happen for us to realize our problems are small? I still don’t know this answer, but am challenged to stop myself from the negative monologue in my head as “bad” things begin to happen. I vow to not grovel in my misfortunes, but rather take the time to be thankful for the good fortune I do have. I have a healthy family, a place to call home for now and a borrowed TV from the neighbor. I challenge you to do the same. Step outside your bubble and be thankful that we are lucky enough to live in Wickenburg where community is everything and family is everywhere.

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