When isn’t there justice?

The man who stole from me taught me how to protect myself. The mountain that broke me taught me to climb. The girl who broke my heart helped me mend it and I helped mend hers too.

What would I have had to pay for such lessons? Where do I go to learn lessons like “make sure all the eggs in the carton can move, that is how you know it’s not cracked on the bottom.” How much would I have paid someone to teach me that lesson? Three dollars?


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