It's funny. After years of driving a car, walking, and riding the bus; I brought a men's Huffy 26 inch Mountain Bike at a garage sale that was actually in damned good shape for $25. Turns out it was worth about $300 but the lady wanted to get rid of it last month and I happened to be in the right place at the right time walking down the street on the way to the library. Now, I'm averaging about 15 miles a day on it and loving it.
I've been past her place a thousand times, but I happened to pass by after she and her ex-boyfriend had the final falling out and he got himself incarcerated, so his misfortune happens to be my good fortune. Not something that I'm complaining about, but I'm wondering how often one person's good fortune is another person's misfortune. Yeah, I like this bicycle and I'm loving riding it despite the fact that a lot of people love to pretend that they can't see a 6', 220 pound guy wearing a reflective construction vest with reflective stripes on his backpack as well. But I wonder how many times the original enjoyed the same pleasures since there were spider webs on it.
Either way, I've got a bike I've been having fun riding in my spare time and someone else no longer has one. Their misfortune is now my good fortune, so does that make me any less for deriving pleasure from it?