Why is it the kindest souls that seem to get the brunt of things? Or is it that were just so sensitive that we think bad things always happen to us? Hardships change that kindness. For some people, into a better person and for others, into something rough and jaded. For me, I am in the middle. I’ve become a mix of both. My kindness isn’t what it use to be. It’s more on the compassionate side now. It really is a blessing and a curse.