I had the most profound example of the good dying young with my dad recently, who passed after a long and horrific battle with ALS which crushed his personality eventually and turned him into a paralyzed shell of his former self who wanted to die every moment. About 600 people to his wake and although I already knew he was an amazing and selfless guy I was blown away and moved to tears by things people I'd never even met were telling me about he changed their lives or impacted them profoundly positively. He always believed in providing for his family and always being there for us, he was the perfect dad, stern teacher but loving and always supportive of us. He made me who I am today, well, he and my mom. When he got diagnosed, he retired slightly early which was fine. He and my mom were so excited to get to spend their golden years traveling and doing everything they always wanted to but were too busy for, especially him. He worked himself to the bone for us and never once expected anything from us for it other than to grow up and be good people which I was absolutely inspired to do.
When the planet he ran hit the economic crisis of 2008-2009, he literally took no pay whatsoever for 2 years so he would have to fire a good less people. He really cared about his employees and went out of his way to help them, giving them loans, helping with some problem, being there to listen. He mentored a lot of troubled young people to. He gave ex-aloholics trying to rebuild their lives jobs, one guy in particular rebuilt his whole life and is the happiest guy in the world, and he lays that all on my dad. It's so inspiring, he was truly the best man I knew. He made a lot of money but he used that money to start charities and then personally run them on top of his job and other commitments. Through it all, he was always, always there for me.
Then this senseless, terrible disease hit and all my parents' plans were ruined. Instead my mom became his full-time caregiver and she tried hard not to but she started to resent him and he knew it and it made him so unbelievably sad, and me too because they were best friends, so close, it was beautiful. The last 3 years of his life, he told me he was living in Hell and that he wanted to die... I think he was asking me obliquely if I would do it, which of course I didn't because there's no way I could kill my dad, my biggest role mode, one of the people I love the most. It was horrific beyond words seeing this happen, to the point that it was a relief when he died because he wanted to so bad.
Why this horrible affliction that was literally his worst nightmare come true (he was a guy who wanted to help and be there for others, not have people waiting on him hand and foot and their own lives suffering because of it). It hurt him so badly that it broke him and to me it's the most grossly unfair thing in the world that such a good man, the guy MOST deserving of enjoying a nice retirement with his wife who was his best friend. Instead he had his worth nightmare come true and everything got fucked up for him, every single fucking thing. His retirement was torture, literally hell as he told me, when it should have been FINALLY a time to focus on himself and not sacrifice himself all the time so his family could be comfortable and my mom could raise us full-time.
Its the most tragic thing I've ever witnessed, and it seems so horrifically unfair.
It happens to others, too, a lot of good, kind people get screwed by colleagues or family or others by being taken advantage if and used up. That's not fair either. I think life is crazy and there's no moral force on high saying "yep, I'm gonna give ALS to the guy who deserves it to least, cuz I's a shithead like that. I think sometimes randomness can horrible but I think that's what it is.