Thoughts in Argentina

So on Monday I had my cash stolen from me totaling 300 US dollars. It was in my backpack not out in the open in a bandaid box. I assumed it would be fine, but when I returned to my room that evening my money and crackers oddly enough were missing. I was upset obviously and have no idea how it disapeared. Then I started thinking, well I have my passport and debit card, and my health and family. Then I continued pondering, it's just money right? God will provide whatever I need, and while this sucks, there are many worse things to have happen. I could lose a member of my family, or get seriously hurt. Here I am in another country with a savings account that has enough money to keep me going until I get home, and then I have the oportunity to work to get my missing money "back," and I feel I'm selfish. I remembered my friend Nichole, and how her brother Logan drowned last summer, and I know she would pay $300 or even $1,000 to have him back, and exchange getting money stolen to have him back. I have all my family and my little brother. How can you price a life, or even a trip. I never have thought of myself as a woe is me person but I had that moment, and there is not a reason. Nichole even keeps moving on in life, and is one of the strongest people I know. There isn't always a reason for bad things happening, but it is important to keep moving forward, and hopefully whoever took my money turns their life around.