A recent post reminded me about one of my best friends from college.
He was a really nice person. He ended up devoting his life to prosecuting the scum of the earth - his particular focus: child molesters.
He was a good friend, and as best I could see, a good husband and father.
Yet, he ended up divorced twice and estranged from one of his children.
Last time I talked to him, he was about to lose his job, about to lose his apartment, alone, and barely coherent.
Why is it that so many bad people seem to have it so good, and so many good people have it so bad?
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