A friend of mine once told me this story. She was very much trying to do good in school, including studying a lot to do good at the final exams. Her dad had cancer at the time and the prognosis was he’d last till August or so. He died in May. She was devastated. She said she’d rather have spent time with her dad before he passed away than study for the stupid school. Her plan was to study, finish school in June and then spend time with her dad. The universe had other plans. Just a story from real life.